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 [Incomprehensible]   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