See the long thin shadow of the reaper

See the long thin shadow of the rope

I feel the finger of hunger

I feel the blade upon this throat



Shut the door upon my face

Stoke the boiler of this pain

Put the fuel upon this flame

I'll get a grip

I'll get a gun

Get a gun

I'll get a gun

Get a gun



Put the muzzle to my head

In the dark the dirt the din

Cut the carcass suck it in

I'll get a grip

I'll get a gun

Get a gun

I'll get a gun

Get a gun



Give me something to believe

This hope is braking and is sunk

I'll dive into this long disease

The captain of this ship drunk



The lions share of shame

Born to bear the brunt of blame

Filthy is my middle name

I'll get a grip

I'll get a gun

Get a gun

I'll get a gun

Get a gun



Get a gun

Get a gun

Get a gun

Get a gun



See the long thin shadow of the reaper

See the long thin shadow of the rope

I feel the finger of hunger

I feel the blade upon this throat



Give me something to believe

This hope is braking and is sunk

I'll dive into this long disease

The captain of this ship drunk



I'll get a gun