Interpret:

Overkill

Album:

Immortalis

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