[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, smokey with the iron grip
Bang-bang knocking it down
Hangman headed on the psycho trip
He gives the best stretch around
I got the hearsay, nowhere to run
I got a bead on the sun
I got it loaded before we were found
They give the best holes around

[Chorus]
Looking down the barrel
Of your best friend
Something in the air
Smells just like you've already won

[Verse 2]
Sweet Mother Mary, will you let me be?
I'm trying just to find my way home
Everything coming up catastrophe
Pandemonium ruling the dome
They got the numbers, and the outside won
They got a rope round the sun
But I put the hangman in a cold, dirt mound
He gave the best stretch around
[Chorus]
Looking down the barrel
Of your best friend
Something in the air
Smells just like you've already won
Looking down the barrel
Of what you defend
Something in the air
Smells just like, Chalie, get your gun

[Bridge]
Call me suicide
Call me getting stronger
Call me when the sun is done
Call me homicide
Call me sane no longer
Call me when the race is won

[Bridge]
Call me suicide
Call me getting stronger
Call me when the sun is done
Call me homicide
Call me sane no longer
Call me when the race is won
[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
Call me suicide
Call me getting stronger
Call me when the sun is done
Call me homicide
Call me sane no longer
Call me when the race is won