I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio
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with the smell of blood on my breath
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ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night
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when you've got nothing left
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til' there's nothing left to do but die
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buckshot is my bread and I'll drink whiskey instead of water
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cause I can't stand to be sober in this place
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your hands on my face
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every step of the way
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tryin' to peel away the pain
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I'll drink whiskey instead of water.
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Until Morale Improves, The Beating Will Continue
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| Murder By Death |
