Nobody Throws Me My Gun And Says
We've got to fight and make this town believe Can I get a show of hands if you're with me? Take our chance and see how it goes Make amends, yeah we're gonna be heroes They made us the way that we are Men with guns, men like Calvera We're not brave 'cause we carry a gun If I'm the last one standing doesn't mean I've won Home? none Wife? none Kids? none Prospects? zero places that you're tied down to, men you step aside for and people with a hold on you We wont stop, it's what you wanted us for Turning us away only makes us want it more Gotta finish what we've started Now is not the time for faint hearted We made seven look like seven-hundred And stopped this small, dead town from being plundered Fuck this thankless life we choose The farmers won, we lost, we always lose We deal in lead! From Letras Mania