Greetings from the gutter where the red, red rivers run I bring you sweet salvation from the barrel of a gun Is she a virgin or is she a whore? I don't really give a damn I'm Mr. 44 I'm a bottomless pit With nothing in it A void filled with unclean spirits A hound of Hell on a long, long leash Can you count the number of this beast? Mr. 44 Every time I pull my trigger The Devil's work is done Hellfire and damnation from the barrel of a gun 22 Disciples of Hell knocking at death's door To each his own, but make mine murder I'm Mr. 44