Chalie Get Your Gun

Hey, hey smoky with the iron grip
 Bang bang knocking it down
 Hangman headed on the psycho trip
 He gives the best stretch around
 I got the hear say, no where to run
 I got a bed on the sun
 I got it loaded before we were found
 They give the best holes around
 Looking down the barrel of your best friend
 Something in the air smells just like you've already won
 Sweet Mother Mary, will you let me be?
 I'm trying just to find my way home
 Everything coming up catastrophe
 Pandemonium ruling the dome
 They got the numbers and the outside won
 They got a rope around the sun
 But I put the hangman in a cold dirt mound
 He gave the best stretch around
 Looking down the barrel of your best friend
 Something in the air smells just like you've already won
 Looking down the barrel
 Something in the air smells just like Charlie get your gun
 Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
 Call me when the sun is gone
 Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
 Call me when the race is won
 Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
 Call me when the sun is gone
 Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
 Call me when the race is won
 Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
 Call me when the sun is gone
 Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
 Call me when the race is won