So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
And pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
And pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
A white picket fence to four concrete walls
Even the strong can sometimes fall
A full grown man in his rocking chair
His lithium eyes with a thousand yard stare
And his lifeless soul that he cannot hide
As the tears roll down from his bloodshot eyes
He's a father, he's a son, in a family full love
He's fighting to stay alive
So it seems
So it seems
He's walking back and forth in a hallway
His shadow don't exist
He doesn't want the vice to take away his life
Just the devil that persists
His childhood memories of vitriol
In a young man's mind, he can't control
To take another sip of this whiskey medicine
'Til his body's buried cold
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
Pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
Pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
'Til I fall down on my knees
And pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
And pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
A white picket fence to four concrete walls
Even the strong can sometimes fall
A full grown man in his rocking chair
His lithium eyes with a thousand yard stare
And his lifeless soul that he cannot hide
As the tears roll down from his bloodshot eyes
He's a father, he's a son, in a family full love
He's fighting to stay alive
So it seems
So it seems
He's walking back and forth in a hallway
His shadow don't exist
He doesn't want the vice to take away his life
Just the devil that persists
His childhood memories of vitriol
In a young man's mind, he can't control
To take another sip of this whiskey medicine
'Til his body's buried cold
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
Pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
Just let me go full throttle at this whiskey bottle
'Til I fall down on my knees
Pray to a God, I'm a simple man with a broken heart
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
So it seems
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Writer(s): Ben Burgess
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