Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Worn out boots, treading on the highway Vulture moon, learing down on me The hot wind blows and the air is thin Grains of sand fill the cracks of my skin Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives Saint of killers I'll always be Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Chased the good Lord out of heaven Shot the devil through the brain Only tried to live a good life, leave my past behind Now I'll pay you back in kind, yeah Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives Yeah Oh Only tried to live a good life and leave my past behind You visited death on those I love, I'll pay you back in kind I'll march right up to heaven and sit upon your throne Do to you what I did to the devil and rest my weary bones Born to end lives, never looking back Righting the wrongs done to me Born to end lives Saint of killers I'll always be Always I will Saint of killers I'll always be