Tombstone Songtext
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
Dead, alive, a bounty for a life
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
Dead, alive, a bounty for a life
Twist and turn on the end of a knife
Buy time, only one will survive
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two face, too late for a tombstone
Will you make your move?
Or just stand there and bleed?
We'll find out the truth
One fight, two dogs unleashed
All in with a losing hand The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
One fight, two dogs unleashed
You tell 'em I'm coming, and hell's coming with me
Buy time, only one will survive
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two face, too late for a tombstone
Will you make your move?
Or just stand there and bleed?
We'll find out the truth
One fight, two dogs unleashed
All in with a losing hand The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
One fight, two dogs unleashed
You tell 'em I'm coming, and hell's coming with me