Letra de The gunsling

[spoken:]
Standin´ alone, in the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin´ alone, in the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time, and in vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
And if I should fall, if I should pass.
In one last stand, before the gates, before the gates of hell.
Crawlin´ alone, in the soot and stone.
He makes his way home half to death.
Standin´ alone, in the soot and stone.
He draws from his holster...

Yeah...

When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this town´s renegade is near.
I´m standing tall, awaiting host.
What´s it like to see a ghost?

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
a one shot rhythm to the gunsling.
So long my sweet...
Bye bye...

Standin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

He clenched his fists and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air.
He fires loud, awaiting host.
What´s it like to be a ghost?

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
a one shot rhythm to the gunsling.
So long my sweet...

I hear those voices calling,
"Take your life."
I cannot take this lying down...
NO...!

Standin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

In time (In time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall, if I should pass.
It´s worth one last stand
before the gates of hell...!
before the gates of hell...!
before the gates of hell...!

I hear those voices calling,
"Take your life."
I cannot take this lying down...
NO...!

Standin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin´ alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death...

In time (In time...)
In vain (In vain...)
Well I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall, if I should pass.
It´s worth one last stand
before the gates of hell...!