Death hangs over you A black cloud in the desert sky News of your evil deeds will spread in time A thousand suns before we ride An eon's passed before it's time
Do you think it's true? You've got those red eye blues Do you think it's true? You've got those dead eyes too
Death has rung it's bell For the pusherman tonight When two pale horsemen from the north will ride A thousand visions in your eyes A neon epitaph inscribed