Explain a little more to me 
Why I should give a shit 
About anything you gotta say
Your breath just makes me sick
If were gonna die we might as well commit a crime
Hot headed 
Hate driven 
And had to much to drink
Keep Revvin those engines 
Let's take this to the streets

I got one fist for you 
Or a hand to shake 
Take you pick or well knock you down 
I got one fist for you 
Or a hand to shake 
Take you pick or well knock you out clean
 
Rush and roulette one bullet in the chamber
So now your under the gun
What fate awaits you my son
You can run but there's no where left to hide

So lets play spin the revolver 
In exchange for the fire
You got a dying wish

I'm gonna gonna grant your dying wish
You got a dying 
So sad it seems it's come to this 
And I'm thinking about taking you out