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