Lyrics to Tombstone
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
Dead, alive, a bounty for a life
Twist and turn on the end of a knife
Buy time, only one will survive
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two face, too late for a tombstone
Will you make your move?
Or just stand there and bleed?
We'll find out the truth
One fight, two dogs unleashed
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
One fight, two dogs unleashed
You tell 'em I'm coming, and hell's coming with me
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
Dead, alive, a bounty for a life
Twist and turn on the end of a knife
Buy time, only one will survive
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
The guns will smoke, but the bullets won't lie
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two face, too late for a tombstone
Will you make your move?
Or just stand there and bleed?
We'll find out the truth
One fight, two dogs unleashed
All in with a losing hand
The sun sets on a wanted man
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-faced, too late for a tombstone
Drew slow on a sure shot aim
Lay still in a pinewood frame
No spine, born without a backbone
Two-face, too late for a tombstone
One fight, two dogs unleashed
You tell 'em I'm coming, and hell's coming with me