Back to Richard Thompson's "God Loves a Drunk", it's a wonderfully nasty song equating the isolating, debilitating condition of advanced drinking with a sort of religious ecstasy. In Thompson's theology, heaven will be full of drunks, all soiling themselves, talking to invisible friends and looking for one more drink.
Sort of sounds like college.
Anyway, I don't have the lyrics handy, but among them are "I pity you fools, with your homes in the suburbs... Will wage-slaving win you God's love?"
"For God loves a drunk, the lowest of men..."
You get the picture.