put the bullet in the barrel take the safety off keep shooting at the devil in the moonlight put it all on black till your luck comes back we re all waiting for the end what kind of finish will he send these hands made of splinters keep knocking back the whiskey sours we re all waiting for the end what kind of finish will he send these hands made of splinters keep knocking back the whiskey sours i ve got a few more days to go and i ve got another crust of bread somewhere holed up waiting in this is this whats left of the house fill the lamp up with kerosene and toss the rest in the hall just coat the walls and strike the cigarette when you hear them coming we ll pray for them and stay with them til the poor little bastards die hand in hand we ll never forget them when they re gone so keep the girls inside of the little church with their bruised knees on the pews we re all waiting for the end what kind of finish will he send we re all waiting for the end what kind of finish will he send 
['folk punk']