Under the desert sun Hands touch the gun Clients of saloon Will feed vultures soon And something goes wrong Deadmen sing the song
So once upon a time All people die And then they rise again For dark age of pain They stroll amongst the living Deadmen keep on singing
One more night of living dead on the dark side of west One more day the undertaking business does its best Lot of zombies, lot of cries and everybody dies Something moving in those coffins where old cowboys lie
Now sheriff rides the horse Deadmen ride the whores
One more night of living dead on the dark side of west One more day the undertaking business does its best Lot of zombies, lot of cries and everybody dies Something moving in those coffins where old cowboys lie