Kill Or Be Killed

Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens!
Listen, mister, I -, I'm -, I'm -, I'm gettin' awful tired of your -
I'm gettin' tired of your gas, now jerk that pistol and go to work!

"It's kill or be killed," said my old man
As he rolled down the road and left a rifle in my hand
Shots through the night, but it's alright
Gonna creep through the hills while a fire burns bright

You got nine lives, but I got more
Boy, I'll make you famous unless you make it to the door
The deadman's hand, he draws one more
As a chunk of hot lead sends his body to the floor

You got your kicks, well, I got mine
But I never felt alive until I let a bullet fly
Dot your l's and cross your T's
Gotta be a lot quicker if you wanna kill me

Always first, but I'm never last
Gotta stone for a heart and a bounty on his ass

The clock strikes 12, he loads his gun
As the sheriff walks by and sees the evil that was done
"Hang this man," the crowd grows loud
As the slow glow of torches moves around through the town

Loaded up from across the bar
Ya, not a drop of sweat because he made it this far
Hit your knees and start to pray
He made a deal with the devil but it's never too late

Gunned him down, he's on the run
As the sheriff falls dead in a puddle of his blood
Out the door, he tries to run
As the bandit's cut down by the rifle of his son
As the bandit's cut down by the rifle of his son

"It's kill or be killed," said my old man
As he rolled down the road and left a rifle in my hand