Whiskey in the Cut

Theres trouble at the gates of hell
My messed up life with the brimstone smell
Pullin it tight
To friggin feel alive
Where stone and bone meets meat

I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
Pour whiskey in the cut
And run like hell

Need a lethal injection
Of dark precision
Crank up the noise
To an oh shit decision
Time to chainsaw my view
Cuz I'm tired of being tragic
If I want your opinion
I'll tell you to forget it

I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
Pour whiskey in the cut
And run like hell

I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
I need more
Whiskey in the cut
What doesn't kill me
Better run like hell
Pour whiskey in the cut
And run like hell



Credits
Writer(s): Lindy Danton
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