Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin

The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin



Less than the angels but more of the same

No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim

Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane



With the wind he disappeared

Confirming everything that I feared

The time passed is shown by the length of his beard



Solomon stands, dead on his feet

Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit

In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease

But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl.

In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease



The gin in this bottle, just don't let him drown

Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down

Taste the penalty of the blazing fire

Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil's choir



Gin, always the gin!

Never thick and never thin

Thicker than blood, less than kin

The rattle trap night ends where it begins