Sixshooter — Tiamat

Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha

And in Rochester my best friend started to fall But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all We were praying to God to forget and forgive But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv

Sixshooter , sixshooter Don't spend it all on me

And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes Appearing everytime I tried to escape They were eating raw meat from silver plates And stomping their feet to the roaring V8

A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car On the 38th floor in a rotating bar With all hell's fire and a Vodka Martini And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini

Don't spend it all on me

And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon On a pharao trip as Egypt kings Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings

And a red sun rose over a pay clinic And I would eat more often than three times a week The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die

And the demon smiled as the circle spinned And in my whisky sour the devil grinned I was rolling another hundred dollar bill And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill

Sixshooter , sixshooter Don't spend it all on me