Lyrics
already no, too much. enough dust to choke all oklahoma, and blot the sun. give up, gave too much. lay the ghost, go effortlessly with it. i fight 'til the death: and you're next. crash land. escape. pick up sounds that never got to tape. fight 'til the death, i'll see you in the next life. WITH A DULL BLADE, IT COULD TAKE ALL NIGHT.