Waiting on a doom ship with hell in the hold
Bark orders to gun thugs getting paid off in dope
Praying's for cowards low on ammunition
Dig in your heels and light the midnight sun
Paint my skull
Paint my skull
Cash on the barrel for each bastard's head
Burn what can't be sunk, nothing left for the Feds
A toothpick, a carbine, the black thunder rolls
Anon, comes a doom ship with hell in her hold
Paint my skull
Paint my skull
Muzzle flares cast shadows rare
Pylon shrapnel, teeth and hair
That penthouse in the sky awaits
Reload before the second wave
Cops tipped off block all escape
Get home in time to catch the game
Fuel like raindrops hard and black
Nothing burns like smuggler fat
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