Tekst
Creep and crawl until you fall
Into that old dark room
Where you left your sins and all of your friends
Staring back the old man's lies as he watched you drown
You get up and you just
Splash around
Little rhythm, no rhyme
They wont understand
As you hang from that tree with a look of despair
Pulling out your guns and blasting them around
Oh, one of these days you got your
You got your crown, wooh-oh, wooh
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
Goin' around every day as I shoot away
Takin' them on down to their knees to pray
Make my way up to the top
Rise into the wood
Bein' a gunslinger is a glory
And Goddamn
Goddamn it's good
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherfucker in these lands
Well I got my wish, I was the best
The only problem is
I'm laying on the cold cement
With a bullet
In my head
In my head
In my head
Now I'm dead
