A crime that aimed for glory and gold
(glory and gold)
A clash of bullets showered us all
(showered us all)
Scent of gunpowder
Flames growing higher
Our hands are stained with dirt and blood
Oh we are outlaws
Guess We´ll have to run
Or at least to crawl
The ground is still trembling as we walk (oh oh oh)
These wounds cut through our flesh and bones (oh oh oh)
Some gunned down marshals
A western scandal
Our rifles tattooed in our souls
Oh we are outlaws
Guess We´ll have to run
Or at least to crawl
(bridge)
(outro)