A case in point might be the Hollywood Vampires’ song “My Dead Drunk Friends,”
which goes something like this:

I’m raising my glass and tossing it back, but I can’t remember why
So let’s have another for all of my brothers, who drank until they died
My dead drunk friends (woo-hoo)
(Woo-hoo)
My dead drunk friends (woo-hoo)

…

Here’s to all the women, the widows and the brides
The ones that we came home to, the ones we had to hide

…

I’m raising my glass and tossing it back, but I can’t remember why
So let’s have another for all of my brothers, who drank until they died
I’m raising my glass and tossing it back, but I can’t remember why
So let’s have another for all of my brothers, who drank until they died
Drank until they died
My dead drunk friends

We drink and we fight
And we fight and we puke
And we puke and we fight and we drink

—

It hard to see how this song expresses words that would make a man say to himself,
“God put me in this band, I just know it.”
–J.B.–