hell-hound, hot leather on your legs
that smokin powder keg you're riding on is hell-bound
and you're the one they claim
it's going down in flames
you're riding Hades' rails
It's criminal there ought to be a law Criminal, there ought to be a whole lot more You get a nothin' for nothin', tell me who can you trust We got what ya want, and you got the lust ( If you want blood, you got it )
November the 28th @ 02:00pm