Hecate

Flea as a bird to your mountain
Thou who are weary of sin
Ohhh though who are weary of sin

Tell me what, is your currency?
Is it sex, blood or money?
Tell me who, you want dead
I'll carve the bullet, put it in their head

I held my own, in the big brass band
He wore a stetson hat, and he bleed red
I took him out, with the flap of my wing
And though I was stung, he didn't live to sting

Up in the hills, with the stars above
Tell me the poison, he put in your cup
Ohh the Devil will pay, for what he's done
And I'll be thee angel, holding the gun

I held my own, in the big brass band
He wore a stetson hat, and he bleed red
I took him out, with the flap of my wing
And though I was stung, he didn't live to sting
And though I was stung, he didn't live to sting