Lord if You're willing, won't you take this cup from me And pour another round of whiskey, on the way to Galilee If I can't walk on water, then in drowning will I be freed Lord if You're willing, please take this cup from me Lord if You're willing, please gouge out mine eyes Cause I don't deserve to look on these heavenly skies And only in the darkness will I be able to see the light Lord if You're willing, please gouge out mine eyes Lord how could it be your will, to do anything I ask I've reached the end of my bottle, but I'd like to have one more glass I'm the bastard son of a murderer, been dead since I was born How could thorns be enough, to save this child scorn