paroles de chanson The Four Horsemen - Circle Of Tyrants
I've
been
an
outlaw
and
a
gambler
Long
as
I
can
remember
Drink
whiskey
from
a
bottle
and
always
carry
a
banger
Poker
face,
womanizer,
bank
robber,
and
legend
My
name
ring
bells
across
the
frontier
when
I'm
mentioned
When
I
step
foot
in
the
saloon,
I
get
a
lot
of
attention
I
reckon
there's
haters;
you're
threatened
by
the
strength
of
our
weapon
The
speed
of
our
bullets
you
wanna
taste
the
heater,
I
pull
it
I'm
a
goon
with
a
golden
six
shooter
and
a
mullet
Four
dead,
jump
up
on
top
the
bar
then
shout
If
anybody
else
want
drama
better,
pop
it
off
now
How
many
times
this
situation
happened
I
can't
remember
So
I
turned
21
and
got
drunk
wit
hthe
bartender
Gun
slingers
think
they
Clint
Eastwood
I'm
like
Jesse
James,
ride
up
on
a
pony
dump
six
in
they
face
Twistin'
they
frames
like
tumble
weeds
Blister
they
brains
then
bounce
to
the
whore
house
for
more
whiskey
and
things
The
Navajos
and
Mayans
wrap
their
skin
in
tigers
for
battle
Feeding
the
cows;
like
Josey
Wales,
I'll
hold
it
down
with
two
barrels
Back
to
the
tarots,
prostitution
rackets
in
Paris
Sippin'
cactus,
dippin'
on
stallions,
my
corduroys
are
bloodsplattered
Decapitated,
my
spurs
carve
like
taxiderm'Torched
the
mayor,
jacked
on
his
wife,
and
let
his
carriage
burn
Numerous
moonshine
runs
in
Kentucky
Keep
the
powder
up
in
the
ten
gallon
in
case
I
get
lucky
Old
medicine
man
on
his
porch
staring
at
commons
Four
horseman,
we
riding
through
your
prairie
like
shamans
Close
to
the
dream,
shot
up
the
voting
machine,
it's
progress
Kidnapped
the
senator's
daughter,
penetrated
with
objects
Whiskey
bottles
and
twist
offs,
killers
no
conscienceIt's
either
dead
or
in
jail,
it's
high
noon
for
the
convicts
The
bloody
sickle
strapped
to
mychaps
is
conquestIts
a
gory
rhyme,
this
battle
hymn
[?]
Four
horseman
are
drawing
nearer
On
a
leather
steed
we
ride
We've
come
to
take
your
life
All
through
the
dead
of
night
With
the
four
horseman
ride
Or
choose
your
fate
and
die
There's
no
law
spittin'
phlegm
on
the
floor
and
clappin'I'll
test
you;
skin
that
smoke
wagon,
see
what
happens
I'm
tired
of
your
gas
jerked
that
pistol
and
go
to
work
Throw
down
boy
I'll
bitch
slap
you
till
your
lip
blood
squirts
My
aiming
is
more
than
precise
when
I
slay
men
We
both
got
gats,
let's
play
for
blood,
just
say
WHEN
Let's
settle
this,
so
we're
crystal
clear
On
whose
the
nicest
and
fastest
ever;
I'm
the
deadliest
pistolier
There's
no
future
for
dumb
fucksafter
my
gun
bucks
Smooth
when
I'm
maneuvering
my
six
shooter
like
nunchucks
Shooting
clowns
in
they
faces,
then
drinks
on
me
Piano
man
Stephen
Foster,
Camptown
Races
I'm
down
to
dump
anywhere,
I'm
far
from
a
punk
I
got
two
guns;
one
for
each
one
of
you
when
I'm
drunk
Watch
out
when
the
squad's
out
Don't
you
ever
try
to
man
handle
the
caval'
We'll
cut
your
fucking
pimps
heart
out
O.K.
Corral
style
shootouts
at
sundown
I'm
taking
ten
paces,
splatter
faces
with
a
round
Quick
draw
like
Will
Carver
with
the
.44
revolver
Got
a
fist
full
of
dollars
once
I
started
robbin'
[?]
The
tomb
stone
terrorist
buckin'
down
my
nemesis
Creeping
in
the
crevices,
wanted
man
ever
since
Sixteen,
wanted
for
the
murder
of
a
deputy
Robbed
30
banks
and
they're
never
close
to
catching
me
Drawing
fire
first
your
destinies
inside
the
dirt
Cause
my
trigger
finger's
faster
than
the
hands
of
Wyatt
Earp
I'll
stumble
in
a
bar,
guns
and
bourbon
in
my
clutches
Five
card
stud,
catching
straightsand
raw
flushes
Wild
bunch
horseman
the
fugitive
outlaw
With
double
barrel
action
son,
I'll
shoot
at
you
southpaw
Young
guns
with
total
style,
always
the
most
vile
Riding
through
your
streets,
turn
your
hood
to
a
ghost
town
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