A Masters in Reverse Psychology

Put the bullet in the barrel

Take the safety off

Keep shootin' at the devil

In the moonlight put it all on black

Till your luck comes backWe're all waitin' for the end

What kind of finish will he send

These hands 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

Hold up waiting in this

Is this what's left of the house

Fill the lamp up with kerosene

And toss the rest in the hall, just coat the walls

And strike a 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 goneSo keep the girls inside of the little church

With their bruised knees on the pews