Whiskey on the Wounds

 
Men like me.
Once had nerves of steel.
Fist of iron and no time to kill.
A man like me.
I ain't nothing but a dying breed.
Or maybe I've just lost my will.
In the booze that I breath.

And love burns like fire.
It hurts like hell.
Straight out from the bottle.
It tells no tell.
But it numbs the pain.
Of a heart that's been ruined.
Sent straight to hell.
So all I do.
Is pour whiskey on the wounds of love.
All I do is pour whiskey on the wounds.

It's bar brawls at night.
Gutters come dawn.
I don't care to remember what's gone.
Or the new day that's come.
It's love and the whiskey.
And how I'm gonna get me some.
Looking through an empty glass.
When the day is done.

And it burns like fire.
It hurts like hell.
Straight out from the bottle.
It tells no tell.
But it numbs the pain.
Of a heart that's been ruined.
Sent straight to hell.
So all I do.
Is pour whiskey on the wounds of love.
All I do is pour whiskey on the wounds.

Once I had a women.
With lips so soft and sweet.
Knew how to knock me off my feet.
Left with.
Some bittersweet memories.
More the enough.
And a heart broken with a heartless beat.
Now all I wanna do is pour some whiskey.
On these wounds of love.

And the hurts so strong.
It's hard to carry on.
But it's the only thing I've found.
And I punish myself.
From the bottom of the liquor shelf.
And If I'm lucky, if I'm lucky.
In the bottle.
I will soon be drown.

Cuz it burns like fire.
And hurts like hell.
Straight out from the bottle.
It tells no tell.
But it numbs the pain.
Of a heart that's been ruined.
Sent straight to hell.
So all I do.
Is pour whiskey on the wounds.
And I clench my teeth tight.
So I can pour another shot of whiskey.
On my wounds of love.
Tonight.