MOMMA TAKE THIS BADGE FROM ME I CAN'T USE IT ANYMORE,IT'S GETTIN DARK TO DARK TO SEE,FEELS LIKE I'M KNOCKIN ON HEAVENS DOOR.MOMMA PUT MY GUNS IN THE GROUND I CAN'T SHOOT THEM ANYMORE THAT COLD BLACK CLOUD IS COMIN DOWN FEELS LIKE I'M KNOCKIN ON HEAVENS DOOR