Murder By Death A Masters In Reverse Psychology Lyrics

A Masters In Reverse Psychology Lyrics

Put the bullet in the barrell take the safety off keep shootin' at the devil in
the moonlight put it all on black till your luck comes back we're all waitin'
for the end what kind of finish will he send these hands made of splinters keep
knockin' 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 till 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.