The whiskey, it slides down my throat,
Drink so much that I cannot float,
I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And my breath feels like fire on your neck,
Burning a hole in your chest,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
Bring this rapture down,
In this sea I'll drown.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
The Earth will split and divide,
Drag you down, deeper inside.
I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And God will laugh in my face
When He see's my sadness in place,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And these gospel ears will hear
The bells of death and fear,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
And these drunken, mournful tears
Roll down my cheeks for years,
And I'll use it as my excuse for why I'm alone.
Bring this rapture down,
In this sea I'll drown.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
The mess that you made
Only turned out this way
'Cause you left it in our hands.
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