Every now and then, you feel a little beat up at the bottom, oh
Fresh outta rope and the dope, outta chances too
Well, I'm a worn out, short-fuse man with a bottled up problem
And it all pours out when I start talking with you
Now I still bow my head, ask forgiveness for my sin
'Cause you know damn well I have come unhinged
But at least I'm hitting my knees, yeah, I'm still checking in
Oh, this life has got me cussing in my prayers again
I know better, but I can't do no better on a Monday
With a bunch of bad news, half-truth crawling under my skin
I shouldn't speak to the Lord like a sailor
But He knows the shape of the ship I'm in
Oh, this life has got me cussing in my prayers again, look out
Now I still bow my head, ask forgiveness for my sin
'Cause you know damn well I have come unhinged
But at least I'm hitting my knees, yeah, I'm still checking in
This life has got me cussing in my prayers again, and again
It ain't always "please" and "thank You, sir" before I say "amen"
This life has got me cussing in my prayers again
Now I still bow my head, ask forgiveness for my sin
'Cause you know damn well I have come unhinged
But at least I'm hitting my knees, yeah, I'm still checking in
Oh, this life has got me cussing in my prayers again
Ooh, this life has got me cussing in my prayers again
