You don’t know me and that’s just as well I’m just a guy with a story to tell I don’t mean to brag, I don’t mean to boast But I’m close friends with the holy ghost As long as I drink his wine coloured blood Satan can’t drag me down into the mud
I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus
When I was young I never cried Even when my parents died They told me it was suicide In their bed with cyanide I knew better but I didn’t say: I had made it look that way
I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus
At supper Papa would say grace Then while Mama cleared the plates He’d drink the devil into his face Then he’d put me in my place He’d say, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me, I’m drinking with Jesus” But I never was deceived Or thankful for what I received
He’d go to church the next day Walk in damned and walk out saved Confess his sins and drink the blood Never get dragged down in the mud He’d say, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me, I’m drinking with Jesus”
The day I put my parents underground Hell released its rabid hounds My father’s priest took me in And my true education did begin New tribulations and brand new sins He left them dripping off my chin He said, “I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus” At least that’s what I heard he’d said I was long gone when they found him dead
I’ve been on the run ever since that day Always some reason that I can’t stay Always somebody in the trunk Of my rusty piece of junk This girl I killed was just a stray She said I was a lousy lay
I do what I want I do what I pleases You can’t touch me I’m drinking with Jesus