Hellrazor

Living like a hellraiser White line madness hits us hard again Barmy army right there with us Pulses racing Denim, studs and chains Drinking, sinking down under the table Drinking, thinking, I'll be on my back again Day break well gone we're no sight for sore eyes Mad men, mad men We'll hellraise through and that's alright, alright Never listen when they tell you The old black reaper's coming after you 'Cos the devil takes you no returns Let's carry on and see this hell race through