Whiskey, Mystics And Men
Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and menAnd about the believers, and how the whole thing beganFirst there were women and children obeying the moonThen daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soonYou can try to remind me instead of the other you canYou can help to insure that we all insecure our commandIf you don't give a listen I won't try to tell your new handThis is it can't you see that we all have our end in the band
And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraignedWe could see quite a future for me in the literal sandsAnd if all of the people could claim to inspect such regretWell we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorseSo I tell you I tell you I tell you we must send awayWe must try to find a new answer instead of a way