Letra de Rough Corners

Rough corners waiting to be rounded
Don't wanna feel a thing
Heavy in need, them welfare queens
The higher they rise, babe
The farther they would fall
There ain't enough rye in Tennessee
To kill or cure them all
The lesser of two evils
Is still the devil's hand
The whiskey burns slow
Through a gambling man
Lord, you know you left me
Without a prayer on my side
Boy I know you demons must be haunting you
Haunting you tonight
Well you say you got your reasons
Lord knows I got mine
Ain't no prayer to go around this time
The faster it would rise, babe
The quicker it would fall
Ain't enough prayer in Tennessee
God help them all