Air Raid

YEA! Wanna tell you a story
About a friend of mine in the pen
When the gavel fell and the lock down cell
He swore he'd have his revenge
I aint taking about killing no
He aint the killing kind
Just big ass racks and mosh stacks
Beer, fire, whiskey and wine
The city's on flame with the rock n roll
The next day they decided
That getting out was the way
With a big cigar he took his guitar
And dug his way to the stage
? and the ace of spades
They try dragging him down
But no one knew what he was gonna do
And sirens rang all around

Taal: Engels