I'm a HellRazor Songtext
von Moonshine Bandits

Ooh, yeah
Hey! C′mon

Devil without a cause, the '98 rock shit
Songs had balls, and we hop in the moshpit
Stompin′, rockin', boppin' a-poppin′
Don′t give two shits how pissed the cops get
Duffel bag full of scotch banging in the three
Fifth mom ridin' shotgun, she just took three sips
Lift by the fire but she still took three
Hits finger flying higher than a goddamn G6

Brooms in my closet, think I′m gonna grab it
Cross on my wall with a bunch of bad habits
Ink on my skin tells you where I've been
All the hell I raised and all the shit I′m in (let's go)

Mama done tried, mama done tried
Let the choir sing and let the angels fly
When the church bells ring, I′ll say goodbye
'Cause the highway to hell's been a hell of a ride


I ride the line of a razor (a razor)
One bad SOB
Living over dried whiskey overload
I′m just a low down rebel soul
′Til my blood go cold, I'm a damned, hellrazor
Damned hellrazor (razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor-)

My daddy was a preacher, tried to teach me wrong from right
Lord knows he did everything he could, but he never lived his life
Got one hand on the Bible, got one foot in the flame
"Please dear God, don′t let me lose my soul just to have this world to gain" (c'mon)

I ride the line of a razor (a razor)
One bad SOB
Living over dried whiskey overload
I′m just a low down rebel soul
'Til my blood go cold, I′m a damned, hellrazor
Damned hellrazor (razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor-)
Damned hellrazor (razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor, razor-)

I ride the line of a razor (a razor)
One bad SOB
Living over dried whiskey overload
I'm just a low down rebel soul
'Til my blood go cold, I′m a damned hellrazor


I ride the line of a razor (a razor)
One bad SOB
Living over dried whiskey overload
I′m just a low down rebel soul
'Til my blood go cold, I′m a damned Hellrazor (razor, razor, razor, razor, razor razor, razor-)
Hey, come on! (Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)