Barkeep! What is there to drink? Something strong and unforgivin'... Don't matter what it is... It all tastes the same... Blood mixed with ash... Don't drink for the taste... But to feel less... And hasten down the grave... [Instrumental] Life made on Killin'! Ain't no kind of livin'... Paid in gold... For bloody scalps... But it can't buy back your soul... Whole damn life Lived answerin'... through a Gun! At Deaths beckon n' call... Will end in only more blood... With none... To bear my pall... [Instrumental] Got no where left to go... That I haven't tread before... Leaving behind bloody footprints... Stench of sin... A child cryin' somewhere... Then all was silent again... War was my game... And I played at it well... Like the Judge... I'll burn in hell... "Et in Arcadia ego..." [Instrumental] Life made on Killin'! Ain't no kind of livin'... Paid in gold... For bloody scalps... But it can't buy back your soul... Whole damn life Lived by the Gun! At Deaths beckon n' call... Will end in only more blood... With none... To bear my pall... [Spoken word] Just as well... Just leave me in the dirt... When I fall... [Instrumental solo leading to fade out] [End]
