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Wolfe's Lament
01:13
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"Well it won't be long 'til I cross over that river
My momma's waitin' on the other side
So full of warmth, the embrace that I give her
Just have to make it through tonight, through tonight"
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2. |
No Prison Bars
02:25
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Sitting in this cell we're s'posed to hang in the morn
They got a rope hung for each of our necks right out there
They say we'll swing 'til we're dead n' just as sure as we're born
The town'll watch us wriggle an' they'll cheer in the square
Though we're surrounded by the darkness I can see the light
Between the bars up above we see our way to get loose
The morning sun should mean our death but lord it shines so bright
we smile 'cause we won't be at the end of a noose
Don't get us wrong just now we're not afraid to die
Trapped by these bars of steel an' these walls of brown
This stick a dynamite is telling us it just ain't our time
Just like the walls of Jericho they'll come crumblin' down
No Prison bars can hold us, men can try and shoot us down
We'll leave 'em lyin' in their graves and make our way right outta town
Riding for the sunrise there's one thing that you can trust
If you're gonna try and stop us you'll be face down in the dust
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3. |
Brand New Machine Gun
04:03
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The army's had us runnin' but we said We've had enough
The Train she's right on time as we ride down from the bluff
You think you're gonna catch us and we know you've got no doubt
But it's hard to lead a chase when your legs have been cut out
These soldados cost us dearly and we're gonna make them pay
Our horses, they grow weary as we spur them on their way
One by one we board as we catch up to the caboose
No one can see the hell that's about to be cut loose
We bust right in they've got no chance their bodies do a funny dance
Some go to draw turn white instead, these uniforms are filled with lead
From car to car we make our way the engineer is our next play
We stop the train and see the light crates of guns and dynamite
Nothing could prepare us for a thing of beauty wait in store
We thank the gods on bended knee for this dealer of brutality
Spin the Crank and watch the bullets fly, breath in the smoke as it rises to the sky
This touch of God cuts trees in half and all that we can do is laugh as we tear apart the countryside
How could we be so foolish as to lose our sense of time
In the distance there's a posse and they're charging down the line
There are 20 maybe 30 of these armed, bloodthirsty men
Our chambers full, our hammers pulled prepared to fight again
These dogs could not anticipate the carnage that upon them waits
These pesky unsuspecting fleas ride for justice, keep the peace
We'll put these bastards in their place their God's eternal warm embrace
And then we'll turn these mangy mutts into heaps of buzzard's guts
Grief-stricken faces realize this fateful charge is suicide
Our smiles can only spread so wide with this brand new weapon by our side
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We bust right through the bat wing doors of this place we hold so dear
Barkeep, pass down a rot-gut, and the rest, we'll have a beer
The painted ladies spinning round their hair tied up in bows
There's plenty time to break them in cause this place don't ever close!
We're one man light, Wolfe Burton had some business to attend
He better hurry back so we can drink with our new friend
In the meantime there's more beer for us, for his absence we can't grieve
In the corner there's a card game and an ace right up my sleeve
With a crash, in bursts a trio coming stumbling through the door
One's bleeding like a stuck pig and it's getting on the floor
They lay him on the billiards and call for the doc by name
It's a shame they had to stop what was an entertaining game
Everybody to the bar, let's give the doc some room We can't complain when the entertainment's free
A dollar on the table says this bastard meets his doom And this next round's on me
From the corner comes Wolf Burton lookin' like he's turning green
He hides his face and wipes his brow as he surveys the scene
"We better skin on outta here, I've made a goddamn mess"
Was Wolfe who put the bullets in that bleedin' fella's chest
If he comes to and folks get wise, he'll get the rope for sure
They're probably too damn drunk, why don't we make them drink some more
c'mon doc there's one for you, tilt back and ease your mind
These fella here can wait a spell, this stuff won't make you blind
Everybody to the bar, forget these grim affairs The moon is bright, so should our spirits be
If you drink 'til you can't stand fear not there's rooms just up the stairs And this next round's on
He's wakin' up, this just won't do
We're up shit creek if he pulls through
Some music aught to right this wrong
Come on deadbeat, play that song
The doc is lookin' roostered and his clothes are stained with red
He opens up his mouth and slurs the news: This fella's dead
Everybody to the bar, his soul has left this world, raise a glass drink to his memory
So slam 'em down, and ante up, and grab yourself a girl, 'cause this next round's on me
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5. |
Esperanza
04:10
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As far as men go I ain't no ace of spades
One-eyed-Jack or Joker's more my kind
And I've drank my share of whiskey and I killed my share of men
And I filled my share of women of the night
I could've been your hombre and you could've been my world,
Been my senorita and my bride
And our lives would look so different, so beautiful and fair
Spending every moment by your side
I'm sorry Esperanza for the things I didn't say
The words better said I held onto
Not a day can slip away, my dear that I don't pray
My callus heart knows all my pain is due
I swore my life had found its way, I've done my wrong, I've been untrue
I'd give it up for one more night with you
Sometimes I think about you and how it used to be,
Things we did, and places we would go
Then I remember I'm a bastard, and I left you there to rot
In that little town in Mexico
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6. |
The Promised Land
02:48
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Pull yourself up off the street, Bull, throw some water on your face
I won't be hangin' round here when the law reaches this place
Bug was in the shop this morn pickin' up some shells
when he heard an army train's been robbed and Coke is mad as hell
Buck is bringing horses and Wolfe is being sick
Bug is playin' one last hand and we're here holding dick
Do you want more information, is there anything you need
Is it enough they're sending rangers led by Solomon Creed
The plan has not been altered but our time is running thin
The place we traveled once before, we must return again
Make ready, Kid, we ride today for where the bad men go
We'll go where they won't follow where the winds of freedom blow
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And they won't know the Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are about to lose their shirts
And Esperanza will be waiting I can smell her sweet perfume
Let's not sit around here dreamin' we're sure to meet our doom
Will Sapo welcome us with open arms, or will his ears be shootin' steam
We been away from home so long, much longer than it seems
The old man will be glad when his prodigal sons return
We'll fall asleep to serenades n' watch the fire burn
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And there won't be no Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
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El Cucuy
03:42
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Deep in the shadows lurks a presence so foul
whose name you may heard whispered before
He's the reason for the shivers up the spines of grown men
when skies are dark and there are creaks from the door
His blood red eyes are shrouded by the hat that he wears
a tattered cloak, his mangled body beneath
He wears a long black scarf to hide his cavernous mouth
and bits of flesh caught in his razor sharp teeth
So hold your loved ones tight
the moon is shining bright
Cucuy comes tonight
He preys on sleeping children lying in their beds
and drags their bodies into the night
Cucuy hacks at the throats to silence would-be screams
removes their clothes before he takes his first bite
the corpses are devoured 'til there's nothing left
no bones remain for vultures to pick
The only thing that El Cucuy leaves behind
is their severed flaming head on a stick
Cross your heart and bar the door
Pray to your god with your knees on the floor
Douse the lamps and close your eyes
What happens next should be no surprise
She was taken from the comfort and the warmth of her bed
her body taken into the night
Cucuy hacked at her throat to silence would-be screams
removed her clothes before he took his first bite
Her corpse was devoured, there was nothing left
No bones remained for vultures to pick
The only thing that El Cucuy left behind
was her severed flaming head on a stick
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8. |
Into The Pit
02:35
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Over the hill I can see the rising smoke
Comanches, Texas Rangers, at each other's fucking throats
Before I think, my guns are pulled I'm charging straight ahead
The danger's of no consequence if rangers end up dead
The lead I deal to them turns the air to crimson mist
As I run out of ammo I resort to knifes and fists
My blade is stuck inside a skull it's eyes look terrified
I turn around to see my brothers fighting by my side
Blood, guts, scalps, and hair
Glistening carnage everywhere
Dead Rangers wreak of shit
Throw them down into the pit
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9. |
The Spirit World
05:06
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The monster you seek is but a mortal man, possessed
Follow the trail of the dead
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10. |
Manhunt
03:58
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Grab your shit and saddle up, there's a blood moon out tonight,
There's a demon down in Mexico, and it's for his blood we ride
With this help from Kid, we'll track him down, there's no place he can hide
Through spirit caves and shallow graves with vengeance by our side
The scent grows strong, death comes right on cue
Sleepy town distant cries, Cucuy has been through
The smell of burning flesh is making Burton sick
There's carnage on the wind, storm's a coming quick
The sky cracks open with it's white hot light, like a pack of hungry wolves running through the night
We won't stop 'til he's hanging from a pole
With a thirst for the blood that's running through his veins, hot on his filthy heels, we begin to gain
And, like this thunder, soon his savage head will roll
In daylight it's hot as hell, our horses slowing to a crawl
the dust settles in our bloodshot eyes, the sun laughs before it falls
when darkness comes, no time for sleep, won't lay lay our heads to rest
the night brings out the stench of him, it's when we hunt him best
The beast is close, we harden our resolve
No tears, no pain, just bulls with uncut balls
The rain slicks off our coats, we're knee-deep in this shit
Just over in the graveyard, a throat's been hacked slit
We dig our heels into our steeds
Flinging mud as we barrel down the street
Past the mission to the cemetery, prepared to be death's missionary
We're pissing scared as his reddened eyes we meet
He leaps into a tomb above the ground
We blast the stone to rubble, he is nowhere to be found
The sky cracks open with its white hot light, El Cucuy is still out ripping through the night
He'll leave your crackling head upon a pole
No rosary will save your skin, you can lock up tight, he will still get in
He comes for you when savage thunder rolls
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11. |
Wolfe's Lament (Reprise)
01:14
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"Well it won't be long 'til we cross this river
I know that death waits on the other side
Though thoughts of the gallows used to make me shiver
I know I've earned what comes after this ride
And when flames lick at my feet, and the world goes cold and black
When I'm hangin' in the street, and the rope's got no more slack
I'll join that throng of demons and I'll wait there patiently
I won't be causin' trouble, cause my friends will come for me"
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12. |
Capture of Wolfe Burton
02:21
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The morning brings a silhouette that rides against the dawn
A white rag raised and flapping in the wind
As it grows near we see a chest that bears a ranger's star
Our guns are drawn before its mouth begins
'We've got your friend across the way he's rotting in a cell
we'll trade wolves for bulls and spare your filthy lot!'
A blast is heard, the figure slumps, as blood runs down its head
kid smiles and spits and tells the corpse to rot
And we won't deal with the ones who have taken our lives
We will bring you a furious fight
We'll wait until the dark of night and for Laredo ride
We'll burn this fucking corpse to turn their heads
We'll move in real quiet, boys, just ropes and fists and knives
If they're standing in the way they end up dead
Who do you think you're messing with
Think that you can take our friend
We'll burn you down and paint your red
Don't know it, you're already dead
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13. |
In a Blaze of Glory
03:22
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Ride into the night flames burning high
Justice is nigh
Descend on the town, there's not a sound
No one to be found
We bust right in there's one lone star, and Wolfe who waits behind the bars
This knife produces founts of red then boots crush it's head
A ring of keys our friend is free, a pair of eyes that turn and flee
Wolfe chases them into the street Where body parts and bullets meet
Slug-like Wolfe crawls and leaves a trail behind
He lights a smoke to calm his racing mind
It seems there's lots of guns outside
Slim chance we'll make it through the night
“Is it normal to be coughing this much blood?”
Like something had come over him,
Wolfe said, “looks like we're at an end,
Don't drag this rotten moment through the mud.”
He smiles and shakes and stands upright,
Picks up a grip of dynamite
Lights it, tips his hat, then disappears
Lead rains down from up on high
Wolfe bursts through windows terrified
blows them all to hell, our path is clear
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