Well, I call me for the gargle, not the cup of blast

A great whiskey to dip. I stick your chin right out your arse

Come looking for your pound of flesh the wagon another left,

cause Christian brothers and brides of Christ the flog me half to death

Well suck on this you suck your bus you star the level rise,

you the smell of death about your breath and bullet holes for rise

I wish that I was sober the day I made your mind

Pull the pig and door behind you thank you for your time

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

As I said it on the way you'll make it alone

Got my bag god before they bring me safely home

Give half of life, a decent wife, but share a lot of trust

I'm gone the long and righteous slumber of the just

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

The road you to the gates of hell drive you to the brim

Till every penny splashing of the wall against your shin

You'll get your feed us best without a few choice fucking words

As back to pigs and shovels, cause that's all they let you do

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

Bastards, show the picks like you're never known

We wreck them, break them, devil may take them down to hell below

Down to hell below