bury them deep that's what I said time to play your dead man's hand dealin bullets is like dealin cards when it all comes down to a draw
wind in my face I feel the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum
bury them deep that's what I said lay your body down on the sand when it's all said and done it's just a price I work to earn it's just a price I work to earn
hot sun glares down on the street silence as deep as a Colorado gorge don't care where you been or where you come from it's just my job to be done
wind in my face I love the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum
bury them deep and they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine
this town crawls with beggers and thieves come to bite the hand that feeds