Whiskey Don’t Wash the Sin Away

Bottle in my hand, ghost at my side… I drink, but the sin won’t hide.

I’ve poured fire down my throat, Let it burn me like a brand. Every bottle tells a story, Every story stains my hands.

Whiskey don’t wash the sin away, It just makes the devil stay. Every swallow’s just a lie I pay, Whiskey don’t wash the sin away.

I’ve seen faces in the bottom glass, Men I wronged and love I passed. The fire warms but it cuts me deep, A drink for the living, a toast to the weak.

Whiskey don’t wash the sin away, It just keeps the dark at bay. I drink at night, but come the day, Whiskey don’t wash the sin away.

Ashes on the table, blood on the floor, I drank my fill but I’m thirsty for more. No priest, no prayer, no holy flame, Just the bottle whispering my name.

Whiskey don’t wash the sin away, It just feeds the price I pay. I’m cursed to drink, but cursed to stay, Whiskey don’t wash the sin away.

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