[Verse 1]:
Oh my loves, raise a glass to
those we leave behind
We may end up dead, with a bullet
in the head
But if we’re not returning from
this damn fool quest
Then tonight let's drown our
sorrows down with whiskey
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink
your bottle dry
Whiskey kills your fear, and
you'll want keep that near
‘Cause I don’t know what is out
there but we need that GRAIL
And I love you, but you stink to
hell of whiskey
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[Verse 3]
Drain your glass, strap your
piece, for my loves, we ride
Empty miles of steel fall away
beneath our wheels
As we leave a trail of bodies of
the folks we’ve slain
And the camps we raid for
gasoline and whiskey
Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe
it’s the pain
But I can’t shake the feeling
we’re not coming back again
We’re not pure of heart, but
we’re sure of aim
And our heads are full of love
and blood and whiskey
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[Verse 4]
(slower)
There’s a dream that I've had as
we ride out west
Of a golden age and this world’s
wrongs all redressed,
But I wake to find there’s
nothing here but fear and
death
And between the two there’s only
blood and whiskey
Quit your whinging, Arthur, or
your wounds won’t heal
And the vultures that are
circling will get their
meal;
We can mourn our dead later until
then don’t feel
Just clean the wounds with bloody
rags and whiskey