Knock Galley West
Undead West
They're digging up the graves and old tombstonesLooking for a body desperado unknownTrying to solve the murder of one Mr JonesDug up all the dirt but there was no one in the hole(Chorus)Zombie killer of the Wild Wild WestA desperado of the dead, true to his guns and the DeadZombie killer of the Wild Wild WestA desperado of the dead, true to his guns and the DeadNow there's murders happenin' left and rightThey're dragging bodies to the grave every single nightThe only connection that they can seeIs a bullet in the gut and blood running down the stream(Chorus)(Guitar solo, Drums chime in)This undead outlaw won't let it restHe's got the fire of the devil in his soul and the smell of brimstone on his flesh
From Letras Mania