Take the moment now
nail my head to a post.
When my body rocks in its tattered remains it'll come to me.
When the bullets soak up my blood
blood, iron and lead are one my veins.
The ways my story comes to life
is from the flash from my barrel
from the flick of my fingers
from the tip of my hat
holster and saddle up.
Nail my head to the post
Just to see the spirit in the sky