Blood and Whiskey The Mechanisms

[Verse 1: Lancelot]
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

Guinevere, you’re my stars; Arthur, you’re my night
And I know we’ve got to ride at the dawn's first light
And I ain’t saying this preacher man’s crusade ain’t right
But first let's fuel a few more sins with whiskey

[Verse 2: Arthur]
Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink your bottle dry
Whiskey kills your fear, and you'll want to 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

Galahad is crazy but you’ve felt that heat
And the only explanation comes from his damn seat
And with you and Guinevere I know we won’t be beat
So we might as well have one more drop of whiskey

[Verse 3: Guinevere]
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