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
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