Fifteen men on a dead mans quest,
Just gotta drink with the devil i've done the rest,
Oh and cross your heart and hope to die,
As you kiss your cigarette goodbye,
Take you're backbone back as the splintered part of you.
And oh don't let me die,
'Cos i have seen the look the spider gave the fly.
Fifteen bottles where's the rest,
'Cos i just got drunk off the devils best,
Oh and look into the dead mans eyes
As he gazes up into the sky,
Take the cigarette he lit and shut his eyes.
And oh don't let me die,
'Cos i have seen the look the spider gave the fly.
And oh don't let me die,
And oh, oh don't let me die,
'Cos i have seen the light,
And oh don't let me die,
'Cos i have seen the look the spider gave the fly.
