katie kuffel - table song كلمات الأغنية

brother, you been sluggin’ whiskey
fashioned all your crosses
to numb your blood and body
to withstand your split losses

but you found no holy cities
in the bottom of your gl-ss
and so you cry out, “zion, please
make my last sips last.”

pious brother, to your vices
you were shunned, and burned your cradle
claim k!ller, you claim martyr
my brother cain, my brother able

there are evenings i recall
i was older than your years
ram-headed son, prodigal gun
shot with mama’s tears

turned to a pillar of salt
and i may have loved you less
or i was wiser than your nature
but i won’t say i tried my best

pious brother, to your idols
you shunned, and burned your cradle
you were your own forsaker
my brother cain, my brother able

pious brother, to your vices
you were shunned, and burned your cradle
claim k!ller, you claim martyr
my brother cain, my brother able

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