Verse 1

(Verse 1) Roll out the tank, gasoline in my veins Ride with a ghost and a couple of hard-luck dames My bass hums low like a .45 on the floor Time's crackin' my skull like a cheap cue ball But I hear that thunder — that goddamn metal call My bones are neon, my skull's cast iron This train don't stop; we don't get tired Screamin' through the motel where the sheriff rots The devil don't need no passport — he just takes his shots No one gets out alive, and we ain't tryin' to pretend So step on the gas, boy — we're already dead in the end (Verse 2) Your band plays disco for the pigeons downtown My bass eats glass and pisses out sound Ozzy called me Sunday — "Lem, come break bread" I said, "Sorry, mate, tonight I'm marryin' the reaper instead" (Solo — just one note, loud as a train wreck) Take my leather, take my Jack Touch my amp — I'll bite your neck We ain't children of the moon, we're the shards in its eye Turn it to ten — and let the motherfucker die