Dirty old street, dust on the feet of the temperance congregation Hidden from view, Bobby Thornton's crew are waiting for the Wild Bunch
The hands on the clock nearly fell off in shock When the wild bunch checked into the bank the teller's hands shook He's too scared to look at the stain permeating his pants
Wild Bunch, ain't your rank 'n' file bunch, but they can lead you astray Wild Bunch, slay 'em in the aisles bunch, they kinda like it that way
Out on the road, Thornton's posse in tow Pike yells "there's nothing but junk!" There ain't any gold, just washers full of holes They stitched up the wild bunch
Left tumbleweed land, crossed the Rio Grande, bounty bums following us, Meeting a man, blood all on his hands, beggars can't be choosers
Mapache's a dude with a crude attitude 'bout the Mexican revolution His arsenal's low, so we gotta go rob a train 'n' get him some
Wild Bunch, what a juvenile bunch, penny dreadfuls gone to their heads Wild Bunch, goin' outta style bunch, you don't mess with no feds
The passengers wept at the scale of the theft, there was gold, ammunition 'n' guns But one little crate sealed everybody's fate 'n' put paid to the wild bunch
Angel 'n' Tess met unfortunate deaths, Mapache wasn't too far behind An' I'm playin' dead underneath a bed, listening to the bullets whine
Wild Bunch, I kinda liked excitement, but enuff is enuff Wild Bunch, if you're gonna walk a tightrope, Sooner or later you're gonna fall off
Did this ever happen? Was I ever there? Most of the time I was drunk It's a sobering thought... someone really oughta make a movie called the Wild Bunch
We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river We shall gather by the river and beat up on the wild bunch
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