I drink my rage–
by candlelight.
Everywhere I go–
I’m looking for a fight.

War is Hell,
war is old.
War is loud,
and war is cold.

I’m marching through the blood–
for miles and miles.
Every step I take–
they’re stacked in piles.

Brothers crying,
and brothers red.
Brothers dying,
and brothers dead–
brothers dead.

And the day, and the day,
is gone, it’s gone.
Every time I sleep,
I can hear this song.
When I close my eyes,
I can see you there.
When they open back up,
everyone is nowhere.

What a ride, what a ride–
what a motherf***in’ ride!

To the Devils and the Demons–
and the Hells below.
To the Gods and the Angels–
and the Heavens above.

To the monsters and the freaks–
and the horror show.
To the hunters and the killers–
who dug the hole.

And the Devil will tell you,
that you sold your soul.
And the Devil will tell you–
that you’re all alone.

The Devil will tell you–
that your seeds are sewn.
The Devil will call you–
on the f***in’ phone–
f***in’ phone.

And the day and the day,
is gone, it’s gone.
Every time I sleep,
I can hear this song.
When I close my eyes,
I can see you there.
When they open back up,
everyone is nowhere.

What a ride, what a ride–
what a motherf***in’ ride!