Whisky Saga

Well here lie the remains

Of every girl I've loved

The princesses of heaven and hell

Who thought they knew me well

There goes my wishbone

It calms my crooked friend

Screaming he knew I was dead

True right down to the end

I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury

You could tell I was a wicked man

Well there was no one on the wall

But the stupid and the small

But they always do the best they can

Well here lies mother Brown

She always looked so young

I was never too easy to please

Always on my knees

Well there goes my last hope

Here comes my bullet train

Shooting the hole in my head

On the wrong right side of my brain

I was getting ready

I was shaking, I was steady

I was pleading to be left alive

Well I was digging for the gold

Just waiting to be told

That my cheating heart would survive

I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury

You could tell I was a wicked man

Well there was no one on the wall

But the stupid and the small

But they always do the best they can

Well here lie the remains of saving lady death

Her old man streamed up in a hole

Another uneven soul

There goes my last wish

Here comes my audience

Pitchforks pointing my way

And it's no coincidence

I was in a bind of the body and the mind

And my mother was the last to know

When I told her I was runnin'

I was better off a'gone

And she never even said no, no, no, no, no

I was never thick but the fall wouldn't click

So I never had the best excuse

You couldn't say that I was best

So they put me to the test

With a never ending soul abuse

I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury

You could tell I was a wicked man

Well there was no one on the wall

But the stupid and the small

But they always do the best they can

I was getting ready

I was shaking, I was steady

I was pleading to be left alive

Well I was digging for the gold

Just waiting to be told

That my cheating heart would survive