Pictures of Hell

As could be fire in my back when it's time for the kill The children are crying and brave men are lost in the hills Oh, it's that shadow witching again Watch the fight from the high mark ground escaping from the pain With death cruising slow and low in the backstreets at sundown Compute and cowboys out there riding the storm Oh, it's a death defying stunt The gods of war keep nudging us a little closer to the front I got all this stuff in my head and you know that it's burning well And I measure it all as I'm watching these pictures of hell Oh, oh, yeah It's twenty to twelve and the mountains are starting to tremble It's twenty to twelve and a thousand are starting to die Oh, the impatience of the immortals Don't they know how good we can be At genocide and suicide and matricide and homicide and genocide The children will paint with the black and the red on their walls Oh these children stand in silence When the amps stop shaking they may think we are dead The music will reach up and slap Life around here in the future it's so hard to tell As I stumble around watching these pictures of hell I got all this stuff in my head and you know that it's burning well And I measure it all as I'm watching these pictures of hell And life around here in the future it's so hard to tell As I stumble around and watching these pictures of hell Hell, hell, hell