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Katie Kuffel - Table Song lyrics

Artist: Katie Kuffel

album: Pearls


Brother, you've been sluggin whiskey
Fashioned all your crosses
To numb your blood and body
To withstand your split losses
But you found no holy cities
In the bottom of your glass
And so you cry out, "Zion, please, make my last sips last"
Pious brother, to your vices
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr
My brother Cain
My brother Able
And there are evenings I recall
I was older than your years
Ram headed son, prodigal gun
Shot with mama's tears
Turn to a pillar of songs
And I may have loved you less
For I was wiser than your nature
But I won't say I tried my best
Pious brother, to your idols
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
You were your own forsaker
My brother Cain
My brother Able
Pious brother, to your vices
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr
My brother Cain
My brother Able
Pious brother, to your vices
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr
My brother Cain
My brother Able
Pious brother, to your vices
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr
My brother Cain
My brother Able
Pious brother, to your vices
You were shunned
And burned your cradle
Claim killer, you claim martyr
My brother Cain
My brother Able

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