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
[?] no one rhyme, they won’t understand
As you hang from the tree with that look of despair
Pulling out your guns and blast another round
Oh, one of these days you got your, you got your crown
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherf**er in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherf**er in these… lands
Going around every day as I shoot away
Taking ’em on down to their knees to pray
Make my way up to the top,
[?]
Being 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 motherf**er in these lands
I want to be the very best
Best there ever is
The quickest draw
The toughest motherf**er 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