I've been rolling since I was born, without anywhere to go
Traded shots with the devil himself, and handed him my soul
I've got a shotgun across my back and a six-shooter in my hand
You better get your shot out first, cause I'll **** you where you stand

They tell when that rope's pulled tight, you'll beg'em to set you free
But I'll stare'em down in the eye, till they cut me from that tree
And I won't go down without a fight, cause i know i'm gonna die...

Hang'em High

At first fiercely alone,
he rode in sternly
A mirage sifted
the Iguana sands
among the Cacti
past the mountains
a gun shot rang out
near a convent
& changed into an oasis
where a single rose grew
and a pool no deeper
than a lover stood waist-high
greeted as he knelt
down & saw a pale stone.
Amused now, he held it in his hand
smooth as a girl
or the whittled bones
of some old traveller
gunned down by bandits,
& afraid to breathe
now even after death.
A poor find all in all
yet rounded in places.
A tepid fit to his palm
another horizon
claimed by an intent
that eclipsed the heavens
even as he sent his trinket
skipping, slicing the thin water
& the smug lilt of his voice
was the first the stone had ever heard
an incantation that blazed about it
like a kind of faith or condemnation
or a fire's leap at dusk.

The grass, so high, so mighty
Yet so easily swayed.
The wind picks up force
But not everything is saved.
The eagle soars above us,
The ground trembles below.
Fires start abruptly
Their ashes white like snow.
Horses travel quickly
When there's nobody on their back.
But the demons still swept through
Not bothering to cover up their track.
The grass is quickly shortened
The wind can now be tamed.
The horses soon are broken
Never cared for, or named.
The eagle lands finally
Tired of putting up a fight.
The demons continue to push in
Under cover of the night.
Fires turn to embers,
Little light to glow.
To think, it seemed so safe once
Now there's nowhere left to go.