Fighting in the whiskey halls gets to your brain
You know you've got the right to choose
If alcohol and cannon fire is the name of your game
You've only got your head to lose
Descending on the legion hall, a black leather swarm
No one could believe what they saw
Thunder Head! upon the ground his blood's been shed
Thunder Head! upon the ground, a good man dead
His hand still lights the fuse
You know you've got the right to choose
If alcohol and cannon fire is the name of your game
You've only got your head to lose
Descending on the legion hall, a black leather swarm
No one could believe what they saw
Thunder Head! upon the ground his blood's been shed
Thunder Head! upon the ground, a good man dead
His hand still lights the fuse