By the time the Sun comes up
I'll be swinging from the end of the hangman's rope
Hoping like hell that these gold teeth
Will pay my tab across the river Styx down below, below, below

Waiting on the reaper
Waiting on the reaper

Saw a vision of my fate at dusk
In a puddle of piss and jaguar blood
Hellfire, brimstone, and ancient runes
When you know you're gonna burn
You ain't got nothing to lose

Waiting on the reaper
I'm waiting on the reaper
I'm just waiting around to die
So I can see the reaper

Armageddon like a nightmare poisoning my mind
It's got me running like freight train
There's only one way out of this hell
But there's a thousand
A thousand ways to die
There ain't language for the things I've seen down here
Down here
In the underworld
Burning flesh, misery, and decay
The dark lord's handy work

The Armageddon stomp
The Armageddon stomp

I always thought that I'd meet death
Under the blaze of the South Texas Sun
Cursing your gods with my last breath
Headfirst straight to hell
Off to give the devil some

Off to give the devil some
Off to give the devil some