Desert Dog Inn...

Anthracite, with flames

Matte-black exhaust, no chrome

A grinning, clawing skull

With fire licking at it's dome

A snarling, snappish heart

Pushing horses to the wheel

Has Killer's heart just racing

As the tire begins to squeal

Blue pulsing lights, make shadows

He twists the throttle wide

Ressurrected power engulfs him

It fills the void inside

Full moon lights the road for him

The monster's lantern incidental

Manical laughs escape his throat

Anyone would think him mental

His ebon leathers like armour

He feels a rush of pleasure

The Bowie-knife on his hip

Gleams, as if some treasure

Parked at the rail of the Desert Dog

The rowdy party fills his ears

Killer shuts the motor off

Goes inside to have some beers

The sloe-eyed brunette beauty

Says; What ya having hun?

He smiles and winks, says; beer's my drink

And I may just have some fun

The music loudly claimed

That it was bad, to the very bone

This whole scene, was rockin'

Made Killer feel at home

Now, you know there were some bad guys

At the tables in the back

Didn't take them long to notice

Killer, take a cue down from the rack

Hey man, that's my table

Said the biggest of them all

Killer smiled and said,

How about a dollar, on each ball?

As he lost his last lone dollar

The big guy went wild with rage

He swung the stick, and smashed some glass

Now this... is Killer's page

Knives and chains came out

As the boys pushed back their chairs

Killer laughed and shouted

You need them all... to make it fair

He crouched down and pulled the Bowie

They let big mouth go first

Swinging fists wrapped with chain

He meant a world of hurt

Killer stepped aside, let the blows go by

As the next one rushed him

He stuck the knife-blade in his eye

He gutted two or three of them

Blood slippery on the floor

He slit the throat of the last

Yelled, Are there any more?

He hoisted up a pitcher,and he drank it down

Then he heard the Hogs, grunt to life

Headed for the town

I guess the party's over

It's a long ride home

But I've got a story to tell my friend

The skull with fire, on his dome