Murder by Death, William Elliott Whitmore - Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue lyrics
[Murder by Death, William Elliott Whitmore - Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue lyrics]
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
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
Buckshot is my bread
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
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
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
Buckshot is my bread
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
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