If you've known me a while you know at least one episode from the story of this song, involving a deep drunken state, hitchhiking in various states of undress, and stealing from a church. But hopefully not too many of you have seen the mugshot…

Make a game out of life, and a pretty song of death; how else not to close your eyes, how else continue to draw breath? It's as you say, sir; we might have died. But don't you feel it was worth it, just to spit in God's eye?

I dreamed my husband was singing me the chorus as we binged on heroin in the desert, immediately woke up and wrote the rest in a hour.

Beware the brain-breaking treble.

Written two years ago when I figured out the ukulele.