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Some folks ride like the wind
With the whispering pines to guide them
And the burning light inside them
Keeps them warm in the snow
Others fear the sounds they hear
Make bandito's out of mole-hills
Fill their hearts with porcupine quills
Theyâre dead and buried long before they go
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand
His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldnât take him up to heaven like he planned
âCause they couldnât pry that gun from his cold dead hand
It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold dead aim youâre trying to prove your dick is bigger
But we know your chariot may not be swinging low
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Youâre a big big man with an little bitty gland
So you need something bigger just to fill
Your cold dead hand
Imagine if the lord were here
And he knew what youâve been thinkinâ
Would his sacred heart be sinkinâ
Into the canyon of dismay
And on the ones who sell the guns
Heâd signal vultures and coyotes
Only the devilâs true devotees
Could profiteer from pain and fear
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand
His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand
The angels wouldnât take him up to heaven like he planned
âCause they couldnât pry that gun from his cold dead hand
It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger
It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure
With your cold dead aim youâre trying to prove your junk is bigger
But we know your chariot may not be swinging low
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Cold dead hand - cold dead hand
Youâre a big big man with an little bitty gland
So you need something bigger with a hair-pin trigger
You donât want to get caught with your trousers down
When the psycho killer comes around
So you make your home like a thunderdome
And youâre always packinâ everywhere you roam
But the psychoâs win no matter what you do
âCause theyâre gonna buy way more guns than you
And while youâre stumbling out of bed
They put five rounds in the back of your head
Or you get depressed âcause the money runs out
Then you put your own shotgun in your mouth
And your kids walk in and they find you there
Like a headless stump in your underwear
And they move the gun and it kills them too
And your wife just doesnât know what to do
But she takes a hand grenade from her shoe
And she pulls the pin...
And itâs all on you
And your cold dead hand
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