Well billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he'd kick
On…and on
Born in a mining town in ‘58
When black and
(Frankly Seaman Staines, I don’t give a damn)
Put an opening
Living in the city can be a cold and lonely
Devil's driving down the track
Helens wheels they won't turn back
Engine
(Eat lead, you scum sucking…)
Lickin' the gun, yeah, yeah
Lickin' the
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No lies, no angels
No
Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in
Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin.
Money
She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown
