Kids gather round a box full of kittens, Pet em on the head and ask mom can we keep em The barber opens his door and is sweeping, The hair from the floor straight out in the street when, On the outskirts of town, theres a cloud that surrounds, Six men on horses, their hooves beat the ground, Like hammers they pound, when they come down, All the shutters start shaking on every window around, The bartender looks up when he hears the sound, And says fellas drink up this is the last round, And mothers grab your children, its time to go now, Everybody starts squirming like worms from a plow, Watching it all go down, watching it all go down. In a hotel room above the cantina, there,s blood on the face of sweet Angelina, With a washcloth around her hand she sits down, Dips it in the water and scrubs her night gown, She wrings it out, and then looks about, At the man on the bed whos to dead to shout. He d been warned before, but chose to ignore, he gave his last beating, Now his heart beats no more, then she wipes off the scissors, And puts em back in the drawer, then whispers in his ear youve slapped your last whore. She looks up at the mirror, that rattles with fear, holds her hands to the wall and thats when she hears, On the outskirts of town, echoes that sound, six men on horses their hooves beat the ground, like hammers they pound when they come down, all the shutters are shaking on every window around. Watching it all go down, watching it all go down.
Posted on: Mon, 06 Oct 2014 00:08:51 +0000
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