Taking hits is something I'm used to
If you want to break my head
one thing they should know
Only beer could save your soul

Punishment for those
If you want to break my head
In service of Death
Only beer could save your soul

But Satan laughs and doesn't help
If you want to break my head
You are gonna die in Hell tonight
Only beer could save your soul

Chasing down highways
If you want to break my head
You are gonna die in Hell tonight
No food, just guns

chores
It's death I'm bringing
When rules are gone
Descending out of heaven
I am a loaded gun