Interpret:

Tiamat

Album:

Judas Christ

Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD 
And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me 
Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia 
And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha 


And in Rochester my best friend started to fall 
But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all 
We were praying to God to forget and forgive 
But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv 


Sixshooter, sixshooter 
Don't spend it all on me 


And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes 
Appearing everytime I tried to escape 
They were eating raw meat from silver plates 
And stomping their feet to the roaring V8 


A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car 
On the 38th floor in a rotating bar 
With all hell's fire and a Vodka Martini 
And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini 


Don't spend it all on me 


And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon 
In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon 
On a pharao trip as Egypt kings 
Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings 


And a red sun rose over a pay clinic 
And I would eat more often than three times a week 
The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply 
Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die 


And the demon smiled as the circle spinned 
And in my whisky sour the devil grinned 
I was rolling another hundred dollar bill 
And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill 


Sixshooter, sixshooter 
Don't spend it all on me