Against A Crooked Skynightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete
we were ridin through the valley of death
we were three men strong from the town of Abilene
the smell of whiskey on our breath
the first man was a con who had cheated all his life
the second was a fiend of no repent
the third man was I who would murder for a price
Bury Them Deepbury them deep that’s what I said
time to play your dead man’s hand
dealin bullets is like dealin cards
when it all comes down to a draw
wind in my face I feel the burn
dust drinks the blood of their tears
I say goodbye but it don’t mean much
Death of Jonah Hexa dusty hollow drifter was lyin in the bed
there was dirty water at your feet an angel at your head
there was devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
the master of the double irons would no doubt soon be dead
it started with a dealer and a deck of fifty-one
lone star beer, cuervo gold, two killers and their guns
darkness was the witness it crept upon the town
Dia De Los Muertosway down south past a ghost town or two
where the crack of leather carries a tune
I met a girl and we danced in the moonlight
before the sunrise she was my bride
as marauders and bandits we rode through streets
laid to waste the corpse of our dreams
we haunted the cities and drank our delight
Drink With The Living DeadI was sittin in The Thirsty Devil, one sheet hung to the wind
when the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in
he moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye
I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night
he lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar
walked on up beside me, I knew he’d traveled far
in a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said…
Gunslingerit was a lonely day in hell that I met you
soul searching for the light of day
I heard a voice in the devil's darkness
I saw a grinnin bird of prey
you cleared your leather and the rain came down
they had it comin some would say
I Spit on Your Graveit’s night and the wind blows
it moves through the trees
sinister and haunting on its way as it creeps
I lie in this dark place
searching myself
for the strength I had before it all came down
Killer in TexasI’m a cold-blooded killer
my soul is ripped and torn
got the black heart of texas
I’ve got the devil’s horns
cuz I’ve spent my life to bring you harm
drank your blood to keep me warm
moon was full when I was born
Life After Sundown[narration]
it's life after sundown
in a mexican town
south of the border
when the sun goes down in the southern sky
then you know it's time for us to rise
Man With No Nameit was in alexandria that I took my first life
he had it out for me from the beginning
so I carried a knife
it was long and shiny like a silvery tooth
they say only dead men still tell the truth
chorus:
trade your pistol for a coffin
Mexican Moonshinelike a bullet shattered darkness
the southern witch appears
to fill my head with thirst
for the taste of just one tear
the heat of blazing eyes
burns my heart to coals
she’s got me where she wants me
one drink short of her soul
Mistress Of The DarkElvira.
Elvira.
Mistress of the Dark.
Raven hair and red lips
Subtle wicked smile
The way you lay across that velvet
I really love your style.
Return of the Living Deadwhen there's no more room down there in hell anymore
old man lucifer's gonna laugh and slam the door
leavin us to walk the earth when we die
make this place a living hell for those left alive
it don't make no difference either way
what do you think we're gonna save
it don't take no death to end your life
The Burningnever did hear what you say
I don’t need it anyway
never could see what you saw
they wouldn’t suspect love at all
now I’m on fire and you’re on your way
like human candles lit to burn away
midnight rises and here we are
Under The Phantom Moonthe high hawk knows where the rabbit goes
and the buzzard marks the kill
but few there be with eyes to see
the tall men riding still
we hark in vain on the speeding train
for an echo of hoofbeat thunder
and the yellow wheat is a winding sheet
for cattle trails plowed under
Wicked Manshadows are long - sun fallin down
it must be an evil that’s brewin all around
thoughts on the bullet - eyes holdin still
seconds are hours tickin to the kill
chorus:
you’re a wicked man
I shot the hell you down