Tattoo chile

I was born with a ravensgun

I was a tatoochild of a sailor's son

It was a mater of time

You said black is white

But you have to see

That the white crow fight in your fantasy

You beter draw the line

Wel she was kind of seasick when the water

Turned out to be red again

Wel she is kind of heavy

But she knows Angels have no gravity

Cheries bleed and the moon had gone

When that son of a bitch kiled my mother's son

And I was on the run

My trip to heaven was very long

But you have to see

I never used your gun

You beter draw the line

Murder is condemned