Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue

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