paroles de chanson Whiskey Whiskey - Joshua Burnside

Whiskey, whiskey
No ice in my whiskey, please

The plane lurches
My stomach flips and I
Look to the cabin crew for
Signs of concern
But they don't give much away

I am an Ulster man
A goddamn liberal
A man of reason
Oh, the little things we tell ourselves
To give us back a bit of meaning
I mean, God's been dead for a while

So if there's nowhere for our
Souls to go then
I don't wanna be so sober, so

Whiskey, whiskey
No ice in my whiskey, please

Wouldn't take a genius to work it out
I've had my fair share of conversations
With twisted metal and broken glass
Well, if lightning's gonna strike me twice
This time, I'm gonna do it right

Whiskey, whiskey
No ice in my whiskey, please

Whiskey, whiskey
No ice in my whiskey, please
I ain't gonna die sober, no

The plane lurches
My stomach flips and I
Look to the cabin crew for
Signs of concern
But they don't give much away