we'll shoot the moon,
sell the house and leave soon..
in the middle of the night
when you can't express..
I lay you down in a warm bed
with all the machine guns dying
'cuz when they get home,
they're gonna have your head..
on a pole.
you know when they taste blood,
you know when they get fed..
they're like a whore
we'll shoot the moon,
sell the house and leave soon..
in the middle of the night
well, well, well, welcome to hell.