Table Song

Brother, you've 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 glass
 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 killer, you claim martyr
 My brother Cain
 My brother Able
 And there are evenings I recall
 I was older than your years
 Ram headed son, prodigal gun
 Shot with mama's tears
 Turn to a pillar of songs
 And I may have loved you less
 For I was wiser than your nature
 But I won't say I tried my best
 Pious brother, to your idols
 You were 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 killer, you claim martyr
 My brother Cain
 My brother Able
 Pious brother, to your vices
 You were shunned
 And burned your cradle
 Claim killer, you claim martyr
 My brother Cain
 My brother Able
 Pious brother, to your vices
 You were shunned
 And burned your cradle
 Claim killer, you claim martyr
 My brother Cain
 My brother Able
 Pious brother, to your vices
 You were shunned
 And burned your cradle
 Claim killer, you claim martyr
 My brother Cain
 My brother Able