From the album Wanderin' Life & Times

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Written by The Elders © 2011
Lyrics by Brent Hoad

Lyrics

There’ll be nothing left but the ashes
We’re already wound like a wire
Guess we never learn how our fingers get burned
Pourin’ whisky on the fire

Though wounded from the last time
Couldn’t call the stakes any higher
Still we double down, ears ringin’ from the sound
Pourin’ whisky on the fire

It’s a dangerous game to fan those flames
A refrain that rusted in rain
A cruel lost cause, it was what it was
A love only useless and vain

When the cinders are slowly dying
Apologies and quid not required
No pro and no quo, but always we’ll know
We’re forever pourin’ whisky on the fire
Guess we never will learn how our fingers get burned
Pourin’ whisky on the fire