Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue
Lyrics
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
till 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
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 tryin' 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
Writer(s): ADAM MICHAEL TURLA, MATTHEW TAYLOR ARMSTRONG, SARAH JACKSON BALLIET
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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