Heaven & Hell

Of all the treasure in our chest
We love the golden god of war the best

Look, look at that little clown
Here, look through the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse down
And he's blinking in the sun
He's drying something in the sun
Ha! it's an old tea bag!
Now he rolls it up
Look! he made a cigarette
But he's not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna sell it
How much d'you think he'll get?

A slice of ham = a long goodbye = 3 days of peace
A bar of soap = a can of oil = 10 years of debt
A pinch of salt = a week of news = 4 double-a's
A plastic bag = a place to hide = one sucker bet

I got what you want
You got what i need

Of all the sterling men of steel
We crave the one who'll teach us not to feel

Look at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it from?
He's the king of the hill
He's the bug that survives the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy face
Handing a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill
Not that he forgets . . .
As he takes a crumpled bill
And thinks this is better yet

A pot for the rain = a pair of shoes = 2 hand grenades
A spade for the grave = four lovely eggs = 3 cigarettes
A stick of gum = some wood for a fire = 2 table legs
A cup of rice = a pint of blood = 1 pound of flesh

Line up to buy here
Line up to die there

Look, look through that window
Looks like your sister there
In a chetnik's bed
Look, there on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of bread
Shit! she's got a knife!
And he's snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or dead?
How much for his boots?
How much for his head?

Though all the days and all the times
We count the coin and stash away the crimes

Fuck this bull shit spit flat beer back
Rock star dumb luck sick joke clap trap
Damn thin shoe lace yank spit jerk snap
Bomb kike scam bank tear down dead flag

I got a right to bite the hand
That feeds the greed that pays the band
I got a right to fight the man
That takes the cake that feeds the clan

(i don't like the way you look at me
You don't like what i do in bed
Maybe i should get some deputies
And come and break your fucking head
Oh no no that won't do at all)

Ignorance is a kind of bliss
A smack in the mouth is a kind of kiss

(methinks i doth protest too much
And no matter what the people say
I'm gonna have to get in touch
With my inner adult someday
La la la la la la di dah)

Suck this dick head fuck that lite crap
Kiss kiss puke hate rack suit riff raff
Bash slut mash butt beat that spic brat
Stab dyke snap neck kill punk scum bags

I got a right to light the flame
That fries the guys that take the blame
I got a right to bite the hand
That feeds the greed that pays the band

Down there in the ashes
There's gold and silver too
Dear sister, i try to share with you

Smug, you said
Take your spoils away

And you broke the bridge on your side

You wither my trouble
And all i dream to do
With half-smiles
Until i scream at you

Mad, you said
That's how you repay

But you broke the bridge on your side

And where am i
As i swallow your tears
And the prince with the slipper appears
Do you hack at your heel
Do i try not to feel

I fail with my anger
And with my sympathy
I tremble - so little left for me

Harsh, you said
Now you walk away

But i left the gold for you to find

When you broke the bridge on your side

Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it pour
We'll have one for the road, put the bolt on the door
Let it rain cats and dogs
Let it rain rats and snakes
But just bring us more grog
And another red steak

Let it rain, let it hail
Let it rain frogs and toads
Butt just bring us some ale, we'll have ten for the road
Let it blow, let it roar
Let it rain bats from hell
Wipe their arses and pluck 'em, we'll eat them as well

(did you hear about clyde who are ribs 'til he died
At a sign that said 'all you can eat for ten bob'
When the doctors were done pumping out his insides
He went back the next morning to finish the job)

Let the skies turn to black
Let it rain kangaroos
But just give us tobacco and tucker and booze
So who cares about heaven
Or burning beneath
When we're all busy digging our graves with our teeth

(did you hear about matt who fell into a vat
Well they say that he drowned but it took him a week
And they say that it wasn't as strange as all that
When you think that he kept getting out for a leak)

Let it rain, let it flood
Let 'em load up the ark
Bring us buckets of blood while they sink in the dark
Give 'em two vegetarians
And two of the poor
And two of the tossers who say less is more