I walked the road from Tucson to San Antonio with the smell of blood on my breath. 我走在图森的道路上圣安东尼奥的血液在我呼吸的气味。

   

Ninety days of sweat and dirt feels like one night when you've got nothing left. 九十天的汗水和污垢感觉就像一个晚上，当你什么都没有留下。

   

'til there's nothing left to do but die. 直到有没有什么可以做的，但死。

   

Buckshot is my bread, and I'll drink whiskey instead of water 'cause I can't stand to be sober in this place. 大型铅弹是我的面包，我会喝威士忌的水，而不是因为我不能忍受清醒在这个地方。

   

Your hands on my face every step of the way, tryin' to peel away the pain. 你的手放在我的脸的方式，试着剥离掉痛苦的每一步。

   

I'll drink whiskey instead of water. 我会喝威士忌，而不是水。