I was born with a ravensgun 
I was a tatoochild of a sailor’s son 
It was a mater of time 
You said black is white 
But you have to see 
That the white crow fight in your fantasy 
You beter draw the line 
 
Wel she was kind of seasick when the water 
Turned out to be red again 
Wel she is kind of heavy 
But she knows Angels have no gravity  
 
Cheries bleed and the moon had gone 
When that son of a bitch kiled my mother’s son 
And I was on the run 
My trip to heaven was very long 
But you have to see 
I never used your gun 
You beter draw the line 

Murder is condemned