I was alone
On a barren field
Just a box of matches
And a Chesterfield
I’d never thought I’d see the sunrise again
The noose left a mark on my throat
Unabsolved of sin
They took my gun
And they took my wife
But that don’t matter – my pride is still alive
Where I shall walk
A trail be felt
Of cold dead bodies buried in the sand
Son of a bitch is still in my home town
Fucking whores, drinking whiskey and being a clown
The sky will turn red as I run him down
His corpse will feed the worms before the day is done