at god at nothing

the whiskey made me  
or the want from  
all gone the  
whiskey made me  
 
i told the cinder blocks
the locks and keys
the jailer the judge
the lawyer the cop
the handcuffs the taser
the window broken
the blood on fire
made me the whiskey
 
blame the corn too
the rain the dirt  
the farmer his daughter
her legs in the sun,
who's also to blame
 
just don't blame me
the irish the scots
the drunks the monkeys
 
all we've got left
is  this feces throwing  
at god at nothing