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Until Morale Improves - text

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

Until there's nothing left to do but die

Buckshot is my bread
I'll drink whiskey instead of water
Because 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
Because 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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