we knew the devil s hands we wish the king was dead how we waltzed upon the tombs down at the carnival i m a black clown in this prison rodeo struttin like a dog headed whore hopin the moon explode hopin the moon explode hopin the moon explode little spider left for germany there s a hell of a whole lot of stars between you and me bless those black boots that i kneel before struttin like a dog headed whore hopin the moon explode hopin the moon explode hopin the moon explode