Vultures up above,
Circling around the sun;
Down below they circle too,
In leather hue.

Their boots crackle like fire.
Dry heat swarms over.
Safety's off at the revolver.
Silence doesn't say it's over.

Narrowed eyes,
Tightened lips;
A second's glance
Starts the magnificent dance.

Ignite the fire.
Press down on the trigger.
The bullets ricochet everywhere;
It's like a colourful dare.

This is the showdown
And nothing is gonna stop it.
It goes on forever;
It goes on wherever.

Stop shot in the middle of the dust,
It's their final call.
Whip out your guns, boys.
Let me see your toys.

Will it ever end?
Oh yes, it will.
For the final moment,
They trigger their alarms
And all is done.