HiddenRoad - Gunman Song Lyrics

Walk into town, looking kind of crazy
Hat bent down, looking kind of shady
Who is that, got that look that says pay me
If you owe me I’ll get it, get it, can’t persuade me
To back down, hear that click clack sound
Don’t pass out, go and get the cash cow
The last out catch the bullet when I blast, pow
Now he’s cashed out, body hit the ground gassed out
The gunman bitch, never took no lip
Draw quick, dead man’s pistol still on the hip
Listless, lifeless, life like Christmas
Big gifts out the pockets of the dead victims
Senseless, silence those who look with judgement
Lever action high, horse ride yelling fuck it
The air is pungent, body rots, the money’s gone
Another note rung out, the gunman song
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Round two, under the ground, where they found you
No screams heard, six feet of dirt was sound proof
Bullets flew all around you
Investigation fell short, they never found sound proof
Walk free, chest out, the gun doesn't make the man
A man takes a gun, makes a song and the bullets dance
Put ‘em high or let loose
Magnum kick back, knock him out his boots
No pain, no gain, make a name around town
Your pain, my gain, gunman never bow down
Never kowtow, draw quicker than a snake strike
No defense, bullets hit like a snake bite
Two men, ten paces
The crowd in awe, anticipation on their faces
No hesitation, hand steady when the gun is drawn
Bullet out the barrel, the gunman song
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain

Walk into town, looking kind of crazy
Hat bent down, looking kind of shady
Who is that, got that look that says pay me
If you owe me I’ll get it, get it, can’t persuade me
To back down, hear that click clack sound
Don’t pass out, go and get the cash cow
The last out catch the bullet when I blast, pow
Now he’s cashed out, body hit the ground gassed out
The gunman bitch, never took no lip
Draw quick, dead man’s pistol still on the hip
Listless, lifeless, life like Christmas
Big gifts out the pockets of the dead victims
Senseless, silence those who look with judgement
Lever action high, horse ride yelling fuck it
The air is pungent, body rots, the money’s gone
Another note rung out, the gunman song
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Round two, under the ground, where they found you
No screams heard, six feet of dirt was sound proof
Bullets flew all around you
Investigation fell short, they never found sound proof
Walk free, chest out, the gun doesn't make the man
A man takes a gun, makes a song and the bullets dance
Put ‘em high or let loose
Magnum kick back, knock him out his boots
No pain, no gain, make a name around town
Your pain, my gain, gunman never bow down
Never kowtow, draw quicker than a snake strike
No defense, bullets hit like a snake bite
Two men, ten paces
The crowd in awe, anticipation on their faces
No hesitation, hand steady when the gun is drawn
Bullet out the barrel, the gunman song
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Dance to the rhythm, pistol vision, pull your guns out
Hands to the denim, pull it quick or get gunned down
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain
Branded a villain, when I kill ‘em cut the tongue out
Hands to the ceiling, or won’t see another sundown
The gunman song, bang bang, take aim
It won’t be long, make a name or get slain