Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue - Murder By Death

I walked the road

Tucson to San Antonio

With the smell of blood on my breath

Ninety days of sweat and dirt

Feels like one night

When you’ve got nothin left

Till there’s nothin left to do but die

Buckshot is my bread

And I’ll drink whiskey instead of water

'Cause I can’t stand to be sober in this place

Your hands on my face

Every step of the way

Trying to peel away the pain

Well…

Buckshot is my bread

And I’ll drink whiskey instead of water

'Cause I can’t stand to be sober in this place

Your hands on my face

Every step of the way

Trying to peel away the pain

I’ll drink whiskey instead of water

I’ll drink whiskey instead of water

I’ll drink whiskey instead of water

I’ll drink whiskey instead of water