Place your bets for this horrid game Force them back to the hell from where they came Rise and face the oncoming storm With the power to crucify We will not have to justify Why they all have to die I go to war for my godgiven right to always open up my broad jaws And of course the right to hang myself, to cut my wrists, pull the trigger at my head Amoeba Lord, from you we inherited this eternal restlessness Now let us rage like free men Unchain and unleash the disaster in your sons In unbeatable glory - this is the western, white dwarfs It's not for you to choose Now witness our eternal truth
