Blame it on the whiskey

Blamed it on your job

Blame the broken promises

And the words can cut so strong



Blame it on the doctors

Blame it on this song

Blame it on your childhood

But I knew all along



And I cried myself to sleep at night

Black and blue eyes, I could see

Thinking about leaving

Then I'd blame it all on me



And you twist my arm

Twist my arm



You shout about the money

And you'd shout late at night

And you'd shout about my mother

You know you're wasting my time



I won't tell you that for fear of my life

I could never figure out

The gifts you bring me hours

After you pushed me to the ground



And you twist my arm

Twist my arm

Twist my arm



Don't twist it, no don't twist it



I prayed that you were leaving

Prayed I could turn and run

Prayed I had the strength

Closed my eyes, I shot your gun



You twist my arm

Twist my arm

Twist my arm

Twist my arm