Whiskey, Mystics and Men Lyrics

Well I′ll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men
And about the believers and how the whole thing began
First there were women and children obeying the moon
Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon
You can try to remind me instead of the other you can
You can help to ensure that we all insecure our commands
If you don't give a listen I won′t try to tell your new hands
This is it can't you see that we all have our ends in the band

And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arranged
We could see quite a future for me in the literal sense
And if all of the people could claim to infect such regrets
Well we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse

So I tell you I tell you I tell you we must send away
We must try to find a new answer instead of a way