The empty bottle tells a different story
You were spinning me last night
Now you're lying there in all your ragged glory
Not a trace of an apology in sight
You can blame the whiskey and the women
For tempting you to walk perdition's road
You can follow all your lies to cold damnation
Leave behind that love I never sold
Confession's not good for the soul
When you ain't got one to start
I'll be in complete control when I cut out your whiskey heart
Confession's not good for the soul
When you ain't got a one to start
I'll be in complete control when I cut out your whiskey heart
I pity all the ladies in your future
Bet they're gonna ask you 'bout that scar
You can tell them I was crazy and I was to be with you
A bottle in and they'll know just who you are
When I cut out your whiskey heart
When I cut out your whiskey heart
When I cut out your risky, whiskey heart