Hey, hey smokey with the iron grip

Bang-bang knocking it down

Hangman headed on the psycho trip

He gives the best stretch around

I got the hear say, no where to run

I got a bed on the sun

I got it loaded just before we were found

They give the best holes around

Looking down the barrel of your best friend

Something in the air

Smells just like you've already won

Sweet mother Mary, will you let me be

I'm trying just to find my way home

Everything coming up catastrophe

Pandemonium ruling the dome

They got the numbers and the outside won

They got a rope around the sun

But I put the hangman in a cold-dirt mound

He gave the best stretch around

Looking down the barrel of your best friend

Something in the air

Smells just like you've already won

Looking down the barrel of your best friend

Something in the air

Smells just like Chalie get your gun

Call me suicide

Call me getting stronger

Call me when the sun is gone

Call me homicide

Call me sane no longer

Call me when the race is won

Chalie get your gun