Buzzards

He is a deadly and desperate man
On the run with gun in hand
Fleeing from the hangman's noose
An outlaw with nothing to lose
A pack of wolves surround its prey
A mighty beast is brought to bay
The smell of blood is in the air
As soon the hunters will claim their share
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast until it's dead
Clouds pass before the moon
Eyes surround him in the gloom
A single bullet left in his gun
The buzzards wait until morning comes
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast until it's dead
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast until it's dead
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast until it's dead
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast until it's dead