Why not just skin me like a Yankee pig?
This neo-Nazi stuff just ain´t my gig
Still ain´t sure what you had in mind
I picked it from the stench you left behind
Steady drip of memory for my head
Bet you got jealousidal tendencies
Could I wind up dead

Something going around
Then there´s fire in the hole
Cover me I´m going down
Then there´s fire in the hole
Unlucky white kid didn´t leave with the blues
Paint balls of fire
He had a ball with Dio
Give us love while we´re covered in blood
Flying high but ain´t sure which way is up
Crash landing in the submarines
Belly up to the enemy

Something going around
Then there´s fire in the hole
Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls
Cover me I´m going down
Then there´s fire in the hole
There´s something going around
Then there´s fire in the hole
Cover me I´m going down
Then there´s fire in the hole
Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls
Cover me I´m going down