skid row
fire in the hole
Why not just skin me like a yankee pig? This neo-nazi stuff just ain't my gig Still ain't sure what you had in mind I picked it from the stench you left behind  Steady drip of memory for my head Bet you got jealousidal tendencies Could I wind up dead  Something going around Then there's fire in the hole Cover me I'm going down Then there's fire in the hole  Unlucky white kid didn't leave with the blues Paintballs of fire He had a ball with Dio Give us love while we're covered in blood Flying high but ain't sure which way is up  Crash landing in the submarines Belly up to the enemy  Something going around Then there's fire in the hole Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls Cover me I'm going down Then there's fire in the hole  There's something going around Then there's fire in the hole Cover me I'm going down Then there's fire in the hole Am I even sinking fast on the ship of souls Cover me I'm going down