Whiskey Whispers

Alone and my whiskey whispers.Uh huh. Crashing through my head. The groans of the whiskey whispers. Uh huh. Dancing with the dead.

The spirits are hounding me. At night they can be found. Jack is busy ripping and the rains are coming down.

Johnny Black is bleeding red with lights flashing blue. Howling souls in the boiler making lies come true.

Its 2am, I say “amen.” I might live to see the day. When they come a calling me this is what I pray.

Last call and the whiskey whispers. Uh huh. Floating past my grave. Don’t fall and the whiskey whispers. Uh huh. My soul is so enslaved.

Bout to meet my maker before I ever make the mark. Transformation starts to come as day turns into dark.

Fireballs are raining down. The catcher’s in the rye. Beam is cutting through the mist. The still is running dry.

It’s 2am. I say “amen.” I might live to see the day. When they come calling me this is what I pray.

Last call.
Last call.
My soul is so enslaved.
Last call.
Last call.
My soul is so enslaved.