Yeah...
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared
Well this town's renegade is near.
I'm 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 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...
He clenched his fists and said a prayer
For every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud, awaiting host.
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 those 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 time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well 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...!
before the gates of hell...!
I hear those 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 time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well 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...!

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