Until Morale Improves - Murder By Death

I walked the road from 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 nothing left

Til' there’s nothing 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

Tryin' to peel away the pain

I’ll drink whiskey instead of water