Why not just skin me like a Yankee pig?This neo-Nazi stuff just ain't my gigStill ain't sure what you had in mindI picked it from the stench you left behindSteady drip of memory for my headBet you got jealousidal tendenciesCould I wind up deadSomething going aroundThen there's fire in the holeCover me I'm going downThen there's fire in the holeUnlucky white kid didn't leave with the bluesPaint balls of fireHe had a ball with DioGive us love while we're covered in bloodFlying high but ain't sure which way is upCrash landing in the submarinesBelly up to the enemySomething going aroundThen there's fire in the holeAm I even sinking fast on the ship of soulsCover me I'm going downThen there's fire in the holeThere's something going aroundThen there's fire in the holeCover me I'm going downThen there's fire in the holeAm I even sinking fast on the ship of soulsCover me I'm going down
