Your time is done, nowhere to run
So say goodbye to everything you know
And say hello to the dogs in Mexico
That make the bullets you’ve been eating up
Built a reputation on elimination
Ain’t saying much, it comes so naturally
Grim romantic collecting static, yeah
Amp it up and blow the battery
Military at the ready
Likes to shake the cemetery
Now, it’s going down
The Hounds of Hell got ugly bills to pay
Now, don’t make a sound
The .45’s got plenty left to say
The animal defies control
And god, she looks so beautiful
I call her Jane: Made in The Ukraine
Oh yeah, Sugar, it’s their funeral
Military at the ready
Likes to shake the cemetery
Bad-guys coming, let’s go hunting
Fire away and stop for nothing
Now, it’s going down
The Hounds of Hell got nasty bills to pay
Now, don’t make a sound
The .45’s got plenty left to say