It's become a love of mine A symbol for desire A perfect peace a shiny metal A weapon to admire When I reach into the sky A fear no man at all Don't want to hear no bullshit 'Bout pride before the fall
Swing it high swing it low Swing it fast swing it slow My axe always hits the goal Let it fall
My weeper's flying through the air Bringing hell and fire The witness cry for mercy Makes me even higher I cannot pray my axe enough It's my favorite pet Don't try to cross my way It's something you'll regret
