Western movie
The riders ride into the night
Into the West to see whose gun's the best
They're all fools
To live by rules
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna shoot you in the back, hey
The horseman turns, the wound that burns
The awful pain, the crimson rain
He got to realise
Before he dies
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna, gonna shoot you in the back, hey
It's suicide to live on pride
You claim your own, your skin, your bone
Your own life
Cuts you like a knife
The rider wearing black
He's gonna, he's gonna shoot you in the back, hey
In the western movie
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