text: Well Ill 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 insure that we all insecure our command
  If you dont give a listen I wont try to tell your new hand
  This is it cant you see that we all have our end in the band
  And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned
  We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands
  And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret
  Well wed 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