Rotgut

Grew up fast, I grew up mean Raised on scraps, stubborn disease The devil walked right into me And I accept him willingly They told me there's no saving me Fields drenched dry reluctantly Cracked old dirt riddled with disease The land cries out, "deliver me" I'll die by his hand I'll die by my hand No good book in my bedside stand No reprieve nor a promised land Rattling bones dumped and picked clean Sink into earth, never seen Awaiting on a judgement day No scarred up knees getting down to pray My fate's not mine, it never was Just send me down there without cause Drink, smoke, swallow 'til the nightmare leaves The bottom of the bottle smiles back at me