80 Proof Truth

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© rootshell
Tennessee whiskey, in your glass and mine
servants at the front door, they form a line
ready to hear the truth, let the truth be told
and when it's 80 proof, you know the truth unfolds

cheek to cheek, at the serpent's tongue
down the pews, they come one by one
everybody has got a story to tell
and i tell mine so very well

bleed my eyes of glory
and wash me of original sin

more Tenessee whiskey, fill my cup
it runneth over, it's a sign of luck
crowded together, like end of days
i slither and you heap the praise

my every move you fixate on
converting people one by one
cuz everybody has got a story to tell
and i tell mine oh so very well

bleed my eyes of glory
feed the lies again
bleed my eyes of glory
and wash me of original sin