We’re not cowboys But we ride on a steel horse Bad things are many From fear of life to that of death But the good thing is nobody wants us Neither dead nor alive And I swear it’ll be all straight But you better stand your ground When I shoot will it be near the truth It will be the truth oh yeah no yeah no You may get shot through the heart with a mouthful of fine words ‘Cause you never know Even when you’re standing tall Who’s coming, who’s got a gun (“The water in these boots On a cold autumn day It’s a truth, but a truth I can’t accept”) Who’s coming, who’s got a gun Bang bang shoot shoot We’re not cowboys But we ride on a steel horse Bad things are many From fear of life to that of death But the good thing is nobody wants us Neither dead nor alive And I swear it’ll be all straight But you better stand your ground When I shoot will it be near the truth When I shoot it’ll be the truth When I shoot will it be the truth