I want to be the last of my kind
I want to dig my own hole to die in
let's make a mess out of everything
break a heart and then teach it to sing
and we'll sell it to make a living
I am the saddle and you are the ass
we'll ride this little horsey to our magnificent crash
now we were born to particular gods
cause we could all shit the bed tomorrow
you're invited, we're waging a war
and we will write it in blood on your door
"my god can beat up your god"
and when they stare, when they stare at you
go on just growl through your mane
and dangle from a power line
and drink them under the table because
this is how you make it out alive