Murder By Death Masters in Reverse Psychology Lyrics

Put the bullet in the barrell take the safety off
keep shootin' at the devil in the moonlight
put it all on black till your luck comes back
we're all waitin' for the end
what kind of finish will he send
these hands made of splinters
keep knockin' back the whiskey sours
I've got a few more days to go
and I've got another crust of bread somewhere
holed up waiting in this
is this whats left of the house
fill the lamp up with kerosene and toss the rest in the hall
just coat the walls and strike the cigarette when you hear them coming
we'll pray for them and stay with them till the poor little b______s die hand in hand
we'll never forget them when they're gone
so keep the girls inside of the little church
with their bruised knees on the pews.
we're all waitin for the end,
what kind of finish will he send?
we're all waitin for the end,
what kind of finish will he send?