Hamstrung On The Highway

See the long, thin shadow of the reaperSee the long, thin shadow of the ropeI feel the finger of hungerI feel the blade upon this throatShut the door upon my faceStoke the boiler of this painPut the fuel upon the flameI'll get a gripI'll get a gunGet a gunI'll get a gunGet a gunPut the muzzle to my headIn the dark, the dirt, the dinCut the carcass, suck it inI'll get a gripI'll get a gunGet a gunI'll get a gunGet a gunGive me something to believeThis hope is breaking and is sunkI'll dive into this long diseaseThe captain of this ship is drunkThe lion's share of shameBorn to bear the brunt of blameFilthy is my middle nameI'll get a gripI'll get a gunGet a gunI'll get a gunGet a gunGet a gunGet a gunGet a gunGet a gunSee the long, thin shadow of the reaperSee the long, thin shadow of the ropeI feel the finger of hungerI feel the blade upon this throatGive me something to believeThis hope is breaking and is sunkI'll dive into this long diseaseThe captain of this ship is drunkI'll get a gun