Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead.
Some say the devil is dead and buried in Killarney.
More say he rose again, more say he rose again, more say he rose again,
And joined the British Army.
You’ll take my life but I’ll take yours too,
You’ll fire your musket but I’ll run you through,
So when you’re waiting for the next attack,
You’d better stand there’s no turning back.
Thought I heard a rumblin’
Callin’ to my name.
Two hundred million guns are loaded,
Satan cries, “Take aim!”
Bang Bang I got mine
Bang Bang reach for the sky
Come out, Lyndon with your hands held high
Drop your guns, baby and reach for the sky
Got you surrounded and you ain’t got a chance
Send you back to Texas make you work on your ranch.
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
Place it on my old pony, lead him out of his stall
Tie my bones to my saddle and turn our faces to the West
And we’ll ride the prairie we love the best
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes wail and the wind blows free
And when I die don’t bury me
Beneath the western sky on the lone prairie
Here we come, reach for your gun,
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the Cowboys From Hell.
Deed is done again, we’ve won
Ain’t talking no tall tales friend,
‘Cause high noon, your doom
Comin’ for you, we’re the Cowboys From Hell.
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it’s not for days
The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you’re all alone all you do is think
I’m a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I’m wanted dead or alive
If you want to save your soul from Hell, a-riding on our range, then Cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride, trying to catch the Devil’s herd across these endless skies.
The cattle are prowlin’ the coyotes are howlin’
Way out where the dogies bawl
Big deal if I’m afraid to ride a horse
With a broken nose and a fucked up knee
Well maybe this cowboy scene just ain’t for me.
So there he was, the first punk rock cowboy, Always wondering how it would be
Just a Rhinestone Cowboy
A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm. A boy filled with wanderlust who really meant no harm He changed his clothes and shined his boots and combed his dark hair down. And his mother cried as he walked out, “Don’t take your guns to town, son.”
Just about that time the front door flew in
And there stood some scumball all covered in sin
he said “That’s my woman” I said “that’s no lie”
And I blew a hole in him just as big as the sky.
Skyyyyyyyyyyy Pilot.
Skyyyyyyyyyyy Pilot.
How high can you fly?
You’ll never, never, never reach the sky.
Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine, every single day
Helps to light my way,
And darlin’, right before my eyes
It don’t come as no surprise,
That it’s easy,
Easy lovin’ you.