A Masters In Reverse Psychology

Put the bullet in the barrell
Take the safety off
Keep shootin' at the devil in the moonlight
Put it all on black
Till your luck comes back

We're all waitin' for the end
What kind of finish will he send
These hands made of splinters
Keep knockin' back the whiskey sours [Repeat: x2]

I've got [Fm7]a few more days to [C7]go and
I've got [Fm7]another crust of bread somewhere holed up
Waiting in this
Is this what's left of the house

Fill the lamp up with kerosene and [Bm]toss the ɾest in the hall [Em]
Just coat the walls and [Bm]stɾike the cigarette
When you [A7hear them [A]coming

We'll pray for [Dm7]them [A]and [Bm]stay with them [A]
Till the poor little bastards die hand [Bm]in hand [Bm]
We'll never forget them [A]when they're gone

So keep the girls inside
Of the little church
With their bruised knees
On the pews

We're all [Em]waitin' for [Dm7]the end
What kind of finish will he send?