Lyrics:
North wind blowin' like a hurricane houseOld man leanin' like he's pullin' a plowNeck bowed, bendin' like a willow boughRed sky color of the end of timeBleeds dry runnin' down the center lineWise guy pretends he doesn't see the signsBad news everybody talkin' 'boutA short fuse a half an inch from burnin' outAll used up beyond a reasonable doubtMake way for his majesty the prodigal kingStill taste the poison when you're kissin' the ringDon't say he never gave you anythingDeep breath the calm before the storm beginsCold sweat pretend that you ain't listenin'Don't bet on gettin' by with that againShort ride from here to where the beast residesFine line that separates the shadows insideMake mine a double shot of cyanide