Whisky Saga

Well, here lies the remains
 Of every girl I've loved
 The princesses of heaven and hell
 Who thought they knew me well
 There goes my wishbone
 It calms my crooked friend
 Screaming he knew I was dead
 True right down to the end
 I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury
 You could tell I was a wicked man
 Well, there was no one on the wall
 But the stupid and the small
 But they always do the best they can
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 Well, here lies mother brown
 She always looked so young
 I was never too easy to please
 Always on my knees
 Well, there goes my last hope
 Here comes my bullet train
 Shooting the hole in my head
 On the wrong right side of my brain
 I was getting ready
 I was shaking, I was steady
 I was pleading to be left alive
 Well, I was digging for the gold
 Just waiting to be told
 That my cheating heart would survive
 I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury
 You could tell I was a wicked man
 Well, there was no one on the wall
 But the stupid and the small
 But they always do the best they can
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 Well, here lie the remains of saving lady death
 Her old man streamed up in a hole
 Another uneven soul
 There goes my last wish
 Here comes my audience
 Pitchforks pointing my way
 And it's no coincidence
 I was in a bind of the body and the mind
 And my mother was the last to know
 When I told her I was runnin'
 I was better off a-gone
 And she never even said no, no, no, no, no
 I was never thick, but the fall wouldn't click
 So I never had the best excuse
 You couldn't say that I was best
 So they put me to the test
 With a never ending soul abuse
 I was in a fury with a judge and with a jury
 You could tell I was a wicked man
 Well, there was no one on the wall
 But the stupid and the small
 But they always do the best they can
 I was getting ready
 I was shaking, I was steady
 I was pleading to be left alive
 Well, I was digging for the gold
 Just waiting to be told
 That my cheating heart would survive