Letra de Sgt. Slaughter

Let's all ride to the sunset
You'll live a little longer if you patch up you wound
I won't last when the sun sets
So you haven't got a prayer when the time comes?
When I die, I won't be headed to the right place
So let me take my gun
When I die, I won't be headed to the right place
So let me take my gun
My face is the face of a convict
Do what you can to fill the hole in my chest
Son, you just don't have a chance
You just don't have a chance
Oh, good lord
You know you won't be coming home tonight
Well, my day it gets better by the hour
It gets better by the hour
It gets better by the hour
When they find you with your face in the dirt
When they shot your partner down
Panic, panic
Panic fuels the crowd
Panic
Panic fuels the crowd
Panic
Panic fuels the crowd
Panic
Panic fuels the crowd
Fuck...
2-3-4...
That bitch got a lucky shot on me
This won't be a pretty show
My dogs got better luck than me
This won't be a pretty show
So now, old yeller, please come save my soul
So now, old yeller, please come save my soul
Everybody inside
Keep your face down
I'll spray my gun on you all, I'll spray my gun on you all
I'll spray
I'll spray my gun on you all, I'll spray my gun on you all
Everybody leave