Ashes of Anarchy
(tick-tick-tick) Black leather, blood on the pavement
The gavel falls down on the table
Patched in with a reaper on my spine
White lines running out of time
Brotherhood sharp as a rusty razor Selling out the club to pay
the maker
(burn it down)
I hear the sirens cutting through the pines No one makes it
past the county line
(let it burn!)
Riding straight into the red ditch
Chained to the crown of a dying king We built a chapel
out of gasoline Now watch the gavel strike and bleed!
(watch it bleed!)
Carve the initials in the redwood pine Betrayal tasting sweet like turpentine
Chamber loaded,
hand on the throttle
Poison dripping right into the bottle
(no way out)
I hear the engines tearing up the gravel
Under the weight of a shattered gavel (burn!)
Riding straight into the red ditch
Chained to the crown of a dying king We built a chapel
out of gasoline Now watch the gavel strike and bleed!
(all for the club!)
Cut the kutte! Strip the rings!
No mercy for the hollow kings!
(arrrgh!) Blood in, blood out!
Only dust on the highway...
Reaper takes the wheel. (ahhhh)