The Cold West

The moonshines right when the flame turns blue sun up to sundown it’s always high noon, vultures circle shadows cast hard luck love, snakes in the grass, let’s ride, saddle up before they turn your dreams to dust. In The Cold West put five in ya chest before you ever get to draw your gun, keep a card up ya sleeve if you know what I mean nah nothings ever what it seems, if it ain’t green it’s mud and they’re out for blood til the next one comes along singing stick em up, stick em up, stick em up and then ya gone, in The Cold West. A shell of yourself in the looking glass, lines on your face that you never had, bloodshot eyes a glimmer of hope sharpen your blade for the hangman’s rope. In The Cold West put five in ya chest before you ever get to draw your gun, keep a card up your sleeve if you know what I mean nah nothings ever what it seems, if it ain’t green it’s mud and they’re out for blood til the next one comes along singing stick em up, stick em up, stick em up and then ya gone, in The Cold West in The Cold West in The Cold West in The Cold West put five in ya chest before you ever get to draw your gun, keep a card up ya sleeve if you know what I mean nah nothings ever what it seems, if it ain’t green it’s mud and they’re out for blood til the next one comes along singing stick em up, stick em up, stick em up, and then ya gone in The Cold West in The Cold West