Dead Eye Lyrics

We're gonna loot this burg

Put down stakes and see what she's worth

And if that old dog goes to howlin'

Hell'll rain down on this blood soaked earth

On a pale horse I was born

This death's name is Wyatt

Never felt alive without a gun in my hand

Though I'm loathe to take a life

Collecting every blood soaked sash

Then I reduce them to ash

I raise my gun in their dread

Carving tunnels straight through this heads

Under ground

On boot hill's sour mound

Rotting soil

Fruit of the devil's toil