Shotgun

I am nobody, nobody is who I am
I am a traveler on this land
And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands

I am nobody, nobody is who I am
I am a wanderer on these sands
And I got down on my knees and folded my hands
And on the great wings of a great bird
I was carried to a temple
Where I heard the word

Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
Panic in the street, testing one two three
Simple is the song, sing to carry on
Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun

I am nobody, nobody is who I am
Through the red sky on the crow's wing I stand
And now to the radiant sun I surrender myself again
Then higher through the fire and to Orion with the raven
I look into the eyes

Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
Panic in the street, testing one two three
Simple is the song, sing to carry on
Dead man on the run

Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
Panic in the street, testing one two three
Simple is the song, sing to carry on