Bullet shells, bullet shells, bullet shells drop
Bullet
shells rain as monsters are slain
Growling and howling deep in the
night
Until the Winchesters win the fight
Holy water, holy
water, holy water thrown
Latin reciting is part of their
fighting
Demons are screaming a horrible sound
as their sent
hell bound
What a gloomy time, it a doomy time
To hunt
these creatures down
Salt lines the ground, guns fire a round
Now
everyone's safe in town
Rev it up Metallicar, let them wheels
turn
A new battle lies ahead
Guns reloaded, another fight has
exploded
As the bullet shells
As the bullet shells,
As the
bullet shells drop