“Water of Life” Churchill’s mother stirred the night Manhattan glass, cut crystal bite Twelve hundred grapes in one red breath Every bottle flirting with death Ancient hands, Mesopotamian foam Five thousand years we still call home First recipe etched into clay Fermentation taught us how to pray They said it heals, said it burns Every sip a lesson learned Whiskey means 'water of life' Spirits born of myth and flame Every bottle signed it's name Faith distilled, bottled damnation Whiskey means *Water of Life* The Whistler tree two centuries old hundred thousand bottles told Cork remembers every year Oak keeps secrets soaked by fear Beer was safer than the well Medieval towns survived the spell Alcohol cleaned what water couldn’t drank to live, maybe shouldn’t Call it medicine, call it sin Either way, it gets you in Whiskey means 'water of life' Spirits born of myth and flame Every bottle signed it's name Faith distilled, bottled damnation Whiskey means *Water of Life* Rum bought bodies chains and skin Currency soaked in original sin Vodka belts around the globe Cold hands, warm throats heavy souls (heavy souls) We’ve been drunk since the dawn of time Call it culture Call it curse Call it history In reverse
