Leather For Hell

Well my feet are burning and the clock don't seem to be turning

It seems to take an hour to put one foot in front of the other

And now is the world spinning when I get the feeling it's falling asleep

I've been trying to see the light but every smile, it hurts

I'm a raring bullet in a box of empty shells, go on!

Pull the trigger pull it, bite the pin then leather for hell run

At the mouth I'm foaming

At the bit I'm champing

Won't you raise the gates love? Give it a try

To waylay this aching my finger are shaking, my knuckles are breaking

I'm walking the blade of a dagger and picturing all of the pieces

I'd shatter to

If this is the show, well I'm hoping that falling's a