Until Morale Improves, the Beatings Will Continue Songtext

von 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

Till there's nothing left to do
But die

Buckshot is my bread
And I'll drink whiskey instead of wine
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

Buckshot is my bread
And I'll drink whiskey instead of wine
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 wine