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