When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared, this town's renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host...what's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot rhythm to the gunsling...so long my sweet.
Bye Bye.
Standin' alone in soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
He clenched his fists and said a prayer for every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud; The end is close...what's it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot rhythm to the gunsling...so long my sweet.
I hear these voices calling,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!
Standin' alone through the soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
In time...
In vain...
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall...
If I should pass...
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell
(Before the gates of hell)
I hear these voices calling,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
Standin' alone through the soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
In time...
In vain...
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall...
If I should pass...
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell
Standing tall, awaiting host...what's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot rhythm to the gunsling...so long my sweet.
Bye Bye.
Standin' alone in soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
He clenched his fists and said a prayer for every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud; The end is close...what's it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot rhythm to the gunsling...so long my sweet.
I hear these voices calling,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!
Standin' alone through the soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
In time...
In vain...
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall...
If I should pass...
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell
(Before the gates of hell)
I hear these voices calling,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
Standin' alone through the soot and stone...he draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone...he makes his way home half to death.
In time...
In vain...
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall...
If I should pass...
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell