grayblue

"until morale improves, the beatings will continue"
by Murder By Death

i walked the road from tuscon to san antone,
the smell of blood on my brain
ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night when you've got nothin' left.

there's nothin' left to do
but die.

buckshot is my brand, i'll drink whiskey instead of water,
cuz i can't stand to be sober in this place
your hands on my face,
every step is away
trying to feel away the pain

buckshot is my brand, i'll drink whiskey instead of water,
cuz i can't stand to be sober in this place
your hands on my face,
every step is away
trying to feel 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.