VICES

Black bible brown bottle

One's close one's hard to reach

Sometimes I'm backslidin'

Read red words as I pour a drink

Oh lord here I go again

Right back at rock bottom

There ain't no saints without sins

My problem is

There's whiskey in the holy water

Running through these veins

The Devil on my shoulder

Whispering Amazing Grace

Halfway from heaven and hell

Some days it's too dark to tell

When the moonlight gets to shinin'

My virtues turn to vices

My patience gets anxious

Soon as that red sun starts to set

My temper gets tested

I'm always one sip from the edge

They say it's darkest 'fore the dawn

But when I can't see it

I'm stuck in the storm after the calm

Just me and my demons cause

There's whiskey in the holy water

Running through these veins

The Devil on my shoulder

Whispering Amazing Grace

Halfway from heaven and hell

Some days it's too dark to tell

When the moonlight gets to shinin'

My virtues turn to vices

Oh lord here I go again

Right back at rock bottom

There ain't no saints without sins

My problem is

There's whiskey in the holy water

Running through these veins

The Devil on my shoulder

Whispering Amazing Grace

Halfway from heaven and hell

Some days it's too dark to tell

When the moonlight gets to shinin'

My virtues turn to vices