Bottom of a Whiskey Glass

The goats and the sheep

Lined up at the barbed wire

Making decisions over who goes to pasture

And who goes to fire

We really talking about this?

Who is and who ain't

I'm just gonna hang with the sinners

If you're called a saint

Would you even know what to do with yourself

If you weren't hating on everyone else

So tell me all about the good ol' days

The ones that never came to pass

And I'll just stare into the bourbon haze

At the bottom of a whiskey glass

Was there a bitter little pill

When you slipped in the water

To me it seems pretty clear

You just make it harder

I need you to be still and shut up

Something's stuck in your eye

Must be hard to be so perfect

With all these thieves and liars

So tell me all about the good ol' days

The ones that never came to pass

And I'll just stare into the bourbon haze

At the bottom of a whiskey glass

You ain't no Jesus

You and your Jesus