THEY BROUGHT A GUN

Stop someone tell me how can this world be?
Down by the station a quarter to three
Four hard-eyed devils a’comin’ for me
You cannot run
They brought a gun

Four killers warming by the devils own fire
Three can’t be truthful the other’s a liar
Headed for town the flames going higher
You cannot run
They brought a gun

Four hungry bastards who move past the gate
No time to call out cause help comes too late
And over my should the cold hand of fate
You cannot run
They brought a gun

Doctor, Oh Doctor, can you stay with me?
I’m sick of this killing. I want to be free
Of all accusations and complicity
You cannot run
They brought a gun

Darling, sweet darling, how can this world end?
I once was your lover, but now I’m your friend
Four faceless horsemen are rounding the bend
You cannot run
They brought a gun

You graceless shadows who come to me know
I offer no penance for I know not how
There’s no one beside me but I made a vow
I will not go gently ‘til God takes the plow
I will not go gently ‘til God takes the plow

© Chris LeRoy June 4, 2004
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP