It's times like these I feel so fond
Of this glass of beer and that bottle Blonde
But in this hollow,darkened hour
They both have equal healing power


I hold them close, don't let them go
Until the barmaid tells me so
I cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye


Hold me back against my will
While I choke back the poison pill


Oh I'm not much for lady luck
She don't ride in my pickup truck
Her sister won't return my calls
I broke my hand from punchin' walls


In a cloud of cigarettes
The stale perfume of sour death
I've lined my soul with broken dreams
And now it's bursting at the seams


Hold me back against my will
While I choke back the poison pill


The priest absolves of my years
Of wasted breath and empty tears
He stands behind the bar for me
And damns me for eternity


Now hold me close don't let me go
Unless the Bible tells you so
'Cause if I die before I wake
The Lord won't want this soul to take


Hold me close against my will
While I choke back the poison pill
Hold me close against my will
While I choke back the poison pill


© O. Alders, A. Vanhorn

Olaf Alders:	Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica
Marc Daoust:	Bass, Electric Guitar
David Lynch:	Piano
Randy Solski:	Drums
Catherine Taddo:	Backing Vocals
Andrew Vanhorn:	Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Banjo