Hellrazor

Living like a hellraiser

White line madness hits us hard again

Barmy army right there with us

Pulses racing

Denim, studs and chains

Drinking, sinking down under the table

Drinking, thinking, I'll be on my back again

Day break well gone we're no sight for sore eyes

Mad men, mad men

We'll hellraise through and that's alright, alright

Never listen when they tell you

The old black reaper's coming after you

'Cos the devil takes you no returns

Let's carry on and see this hell race through