Watcha

Dimebag

Watcha


This song is dedicate to the memory 
of Dimebag Darrell. 
Killed by a mother fucking head case, 
Rest in peace. 
Falling down we all fall down, 
we're broken in two. 
By demons be driven, 
but tell us the reason, 
why all became true? 
Now we walk with a message in blood. 
We're stepping nowhere in a mud. 
New level for devil, 
with that bloody spell, 
killing cowboys from hell. 
Death rattle in the air, 
oh like a nightmare. 
Oh what a fucking spell, 
god bless you Darrell. 
All that brings to cemetery gates, 
this love is now hate. 
Clash with reality, 
shotgun fatality, fucking insanity. 
Mouth for war with a gun in a hand, 
the art of shredding man. 
Someone is shooting 
and someone is falling 
psycho fucking holiday. 
Death rattle in the air, 
like a nightmare. 
Oh what a fucking spell, 
god bless you Darrell. 
War of nerves making us 
fucking hostile 
No one deserve a spell so vile. 
It's a tribute to the cowboy from hell 
It 's our tribute; 
we 're screaming your name 
It is a tribute, goodbye Darrell 
It is a tribute, 
to the cowboy from hell, from hell 
cowboy from hell, cowboy from hell 
This world is fucking insane punk! 
Darrell.