Why not just skin me like a yankee pig?

This neo-nazi stuff just ain't my gig

Still ain't sure what you had in mind

I picked it from the stench you left behind

Steady drip of memory for my head

Bet you got jealousidal tendencies

Could I wind up dead

Something going around

Then there's fire in the hole

Cover me I'm going down

Then there's fire in the hole

Unlucky white kid didn't leave with the blues

Paintballs of fire

He had a ball with Dio

Give us love while we're covered in blood

Flying high but ain't sure which way is up

Crash landing in the submarines

Belly up to the enemy

Something going around

Then there's fire in the hole

Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls

Cover me I'm going down

Then there's fire in the hole

There's something going around

Then there's fire in the hole

Cover me I'm going down

Then there's fire in the hole

Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls

Cover me I'm going down