Vices Against All Odds

Cowriter Louis Williams

With hell and high water so deep aligned

The world is just not a place that is sweet

A trick to the mind and less of a treat

Can you be a way that makes you resigned

And forced and tortured until you unwind

Maybe I need to find an awesome fleet

The chance of survival is a low cow’s teat

All the stress in the world has been consigned

And it is up to us, strongly portray

A world that is not simply made of glass

A world just as tough as a green kumquat

I could always fill up this ashtray

I could refrain from drinking to not harass

But nothing could give me a real good shot