Dead outlaw gunslinger stalkin thru the streets if my neighbors all say I’m a mean-eyed freak then that’s just what I’ll be got skeletons in my backyard all hangin from the trees my house is dark if you step inside you might think it’s halloween
black guitar slingin dog at the front of the show if I gotta hang by the neck just to get you off then come on show me the rope I ain’t afraid to spit in the wind I always gotta do or die you say I don’t fit your rock n roll well funny thing, I never tried
chorus: dead outlaw born my mother’s only son dead outlaw always on the run
I don’t care what you say I gotta do ain’t gonna change my ways to fit your rules shoot ya straight from the black of my heart shoot ya straight from the black of my heart
thirty four years and countin it's always been my way I got a taste for darkness and I’ll let you know that you ain't been the first to say I got a strange way of spendin my time the way I wanna be hangin round with the walkin dead cuz the livin ain’t down with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
