Black Label Society - Doomsday, Inc. lyrics

Holy and high The engines start to grind The shotgun speaks the final word The race to the end Keep k**ing all that you can Beneath the ground what can't be heard Roads paved in flesh The bombs which have been blessed The blackout through the doom The race to the end Keep k**ing all that you can The casket which fills the room Slither with the maggots and the worms below Warped confusion, mental illness bestowed An inward view, an outward pa** is all you can see Disillusioned warhead of reality Gathered for the feast The tables set for the deceased How's the dead, no peace, no rest The race to the end, keep k**ing all that you can Doomsday calling 'til nothin's left