(Spoken intro)
Standing alone in the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawling alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time and in vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
In one last stand before the gates, before the gates of hell
Crawlin' alone in the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
Standin' alone in the soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Yeah!
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this towns renegade is near.
I'm standing tall, waiting host,
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both...
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