Its Good Weather For Black Leather

They say that nothing fails, as long as the man in charge
Believes wholly in the cause
You know that something is wrong when you start asking yourself
"Who put this guy in charge?"

This boring life restrains his brain

Down in one, he takes his shot
Now he knows this could be the last time he breathes
Without asphyxiating on his vices
Obsessions that he feeds
It's the monotony which rots his brain

That false smile he flashed at you, it probably means he'd
Kill you
And there's no telling how much more of this our man can take

Because nothing fails, as long as you have the will
To push the need to feed your imagination

"Die at my will"
We don't all shoot to kill
"They will die at my will"
We don't all shoot to kill
"They will die at my will"
We don't all shoot to kill

Time is running, running out
Our time is running out
Son
Son