Take your chances with the law

Justice is only a roll of the dice

Take your chances with the law

Wake up dead

Bright light bite

Through my head

Where's the night?

Where's the bed?

Pound and sauce, roll the dice

Lyin' like a son of a bitch

(Like someone on the rampage)

Nightwalker

Afraid of the night

Night stalker

Put it right

Pound and sauce, roll the dice

Lyin' like a son of a bitch

(Like someone on the rampage)

Give them hell

Give it all we got

Wait for it to happen

Drink 'em up

Pound and sauce, roll the dice

Lyin' like a son of a bitch

(Like someone on the rampage)

Pound and sauce, roll the dice

Lyin' like a son of a bitch

(Like someone on the rampage)

Now, I lay me down to sleep

Pray to the Lord my soul to keep

Burn in hell, I'm a bad seed

I gotta bleed, bleed

I gotta bleed

I gotta bleed

I gotta bleed

I gotta bleed

I gotta bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed