كلمات The Gunsling

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...!