Wait until it fades to black. Ride into the sunset.
Would I lie to you? Well I’ve got something to say.
Grab your six gun from your back. Throttle the
ignition. Would I die for you? Well here’s your answer
in spades. Shotgun sinners, wild-eyed jokers. Got
you in my sights. Gun it while I’m holding on. After
all is said and done. Climb out from the pine box
well I’m asking you. Cuz she’s got nothing to say.
The angels just cut out her tongue. Call her black
Mariah. Would I lie to you? That girl’s not right in the
brain. Mass convulsions strike the choir. by the grace
of God. Gun it while I’m holding on but. Don’t stop.
If I fall and don’t look back. Don’t stop bury me and
fade to black. She won’t stop me put it down.