Dead Man's Hand

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A ride into the setting sun. Hide your fears you are under my gun. (I feel no regrets. Now my travel (?) is set.) Cold chills, running down your spine. Hot sweat, dripping in your eyes. High noon, someone's gonna die. No one will hear yout cries. Blinded for A moment. By the midday sun moving. Too slowly falling you're under the Gun. You're done, You're under the gun Warm blood, filling up your lungs. High noon, your time has come. Blinded for A moment. By the midday sun moving. Too slowly falling you're under the Gun.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun. Payed too much for my freedom, ain't living on the run. My eyes have seen the devil man, I'm slowly turning blind. More than one good reason to say: yippie ya yeah. A restless beast inside of me is waiting for its turn. A california prayer book can make my fingers burn. Until the day they lower me six feet in the ground. Wherever there's A game of cards you'll see me hang around. Now roll the dice. Lady, luck is on my side. One for the money, too for the show. Hold on tight, now here we go. I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun. Payed too much for my freedom, ain't living on the run. My eyes have seen the devil man, I'm slowly turning blind. More than one good reason to say: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. When you're dancing with the devil man, you can't expect to lead. I know that I can make him dance to the sound of my own beat. He can't see through my poker face, nor through my dirty smile. When the devil says my time is up, I'm going down in style. Now roll the dice. Lady, luck is on my side. Common reaper deal the cards, A wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-bop-bam-boo I got more than one good reason to keep A loaded Gun. Payed too much for my freedom, ain't living on the run. My eyes have seen the devil man, I'm slowly turning blind. More than one good reason to say: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. That's right man. I say: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. yippie ya, yippie ya yeah. I went down to the crossroads, to make myself A deal. I gave away my rotten soul, had nothing left to feel. I shook hands with devil man and as I turned away... ...I could hear the devil scream: yippie ya, yippie ya yeah.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Like an nunce in an opium den. Like the fire of A dozen man. Like smoke that clouds my brain. I can taste the rage pumping in my veins. Like two asian beauties on my left. Like A snake I can taste their sweat. Like the blade of A dear old friend. Her tongue in my mouth reaching for the end. Like A beast I can smell her breath. Like the sweet bitter kiss of death. Like A rattlesnake ready to kill. I'm twirling around as the time stands still. Like the sun burning up my skin. Like my tears wash away my sins. Like her body for my soul to rub. I'm drinking lust from A golden cup. I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands. Like sand up the hourglass. Like A flame I can feel the wrath. Like A coin falling through my hand. Try to catch but I know I can't. Like A roach crawling in my skin. Like A saint I can feel my sin. Like A roach running down my spine. Oh, Lord can't you see that the nite is mine? I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands. I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands. (Like an nunce in an opium den. Like the fire of A dozen man. Like smoke that clouds my brain. I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.) I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands. (Like an nunce in an opium den. Like the fire of A dozen man. ... Like an nunce in an opium den. Like the fire of A dozen man. Like smoke that clouds my brain. I can taste the rage pumping in my veins.) I feel all I am is A lie, will I live or die? Will I win in the end? Blood in the bad, badlands.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

I carry A bullet in my pocket. Engraved with my own damn name. If I ever loose this bullet. I'll have myself, I have myself to blame. Bartender pour me A tall one. So I can wash away the sand. Bourbon's running down my throat. The glass stays empty in my hand. A bullet with my name. Skin cracked from the desert wind. Dusk makes my face look pale. Fill my glass up to the brim. For I got hellhounds on my trail. A bullet with my name. But I'm not insane When the reaper comes A calling. Whispering my name. He sure ain't hesitating. To feed me to the flames. A bullet with my name. I hear them call my name. The lord has turned his back on me. For I'm an evil seed. I can't take back the things I've done. I'm A liar and A cheat. A bullet with my name. So thats why I keep that bullet. Close to my own heart. And pray I'll never loose it. As I drift into the dark. A bullet with my name. With my name... that's right.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing that I do. Pour me another tall one and I stumble to the loo. I'm thinking, while I sit there, what this world is coming to. What happen to old values? Do it like the cowboys do, that's right. How 'bout A manly handshake, A word that still has weight. Few scars so you can prove that, life ain't A piece of cake. Grinning teeth, lying eyes, words that aren't true. Corporate suits for everyone, including me and you. Let it roll, here we go, you are welcom to the show. Take A seat, grab A drink and enjoy. Let it roll, here we go, ride with me and free your soul. Saddle up and put on your boots. Just do it like the cowboys do. When I go out in the evening, the things that suit me well... ...is old kentucky bourbon and A tipsy southern bell. She won't let me see the bottom of my frosted whisky glass. She's pouring like A kitten when she's grinding on my lap. Let it roll, here we go, you are welcom to the show. Take A seat, grab A drink and enjoy. Let it roll, here we go, ride with me and free your soul. Saddle up and put on your boots. Just like the cowboys do. Like the cowboys do. Just do it like the cowboys do. Like the cowboys do. That's right. Now listen: When I wake up in the morning, the first thing that I do. Pour me another tall one and I stumble to the loo. Grinning teeth, lying eyes, words that aren't true. Corporate suits for everyone, including me and you. Let it roll, here we go, welcome to the rodeoTake A seat, grab A drink and enjoy. Let it roll, here we go, ride with me and free your soul. Be A man and stand true to your roots. Saddle up and put on your boots. Just like the cowboys do. Do it like the cowboys do. Like the cowboys do.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

You know well I did not start this. Sure as hell I'm gonna see it through. Lady luck with her tender kiss. Hides behind the truth. My aching bones, my broken soul. Have been down this road before. I've paid my dues, I'll play this role. On this winding road once more. I don't do this 'cause I have to. I do it cause I can. Gonna wipe that grin off your face Once again I'm the last man standing. Once again I walk alone. I leave another burned out town. Standing on my own. The last man stands alone. You said that I could never make it. (Now) you tell me who was the fool I did some deeds I can't be proud of. Things I just has to do. You pushed me 'round, you kicked me down. How much can one man take? I've asked you once and I've told you twice. Now it's time to even the slate. I don't do this 'cause I have to. I do it cause I can. Gonna wipe that grin off your face Once again I'm the last man standing. Once again I walk alone. I leave another burned out town. Standing on my own. Once again here's the last man standing. Once again I'm walking tall. I leave another burned out town. Standing on my own. The last man stands alone. That's right. Once again I'm the last man standing. Once again I walk alone. I leave another burned out town. Standing on my own. Once again here's the last man standing. Once again I'm walking tall. Another fuckin' burned out town. Standing on my own. The last man stands alone.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

People tried to dog me down. Still alive, I stood my ground. I've walked the line, I've been around. And trouble was all I found. My hair is grey, my face is rough. You see that I am man enough. I've walked the line, I've been around. And trouble was all I found. I was there when Lennon found the wrong end of A gun. I was there when Morison went with the setting sun. Now that I am near the end and all is said and done. I smile into the mirror, regrets I sure have none. I had my share of good and bad, of fortune and of fame. I treasure every memory 'cause none of them's the same. As I look back I realize how well I played my part. Deep inside this wild ol' rebel heart. I never had A lot to give but I gave it with A smile. I never took the easy way, I've surely walked the mile I had my share of good and bad, of fortune and of fame. I treasure every memory 'cause none of them's the same. As I look back I realize how well I played my part. Deep inside this wild ol' rebel heart. I had my share of good and bad, of fortune and of fame. I treasure every memory 'cause none of them's the same. As I look back I realize how well I played my part. Deep inside this wild ol' rebel heart.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

From my polished boots to my stetson hat. I can not loose, what you think about that? I'm A well dressed man, I can feel them stare. With just one smile I get offered A chair. Painted cat sits on my lap. Got aces up my sleeve. The others face is dripping wet. One more hand and he will leave. Green eyed monsters by my side. Pay attention, hold on tight. Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own. A deck of cards. An empty seat. This whorehouse feels like home. My pocket full with dollar bills to spend. And so here I'm standing once again. In my Saloon No. 10 High stakes only thats how I roll. Am I too much? Are you afraid to fall? My guns are blazing, you can see 'em shine. I'm so amazing. What is yours will now be... ...Mine is better than yours instead... ...yours can't rival to mine. Fortune and fame, got no regrets. Mercy, I'll leave you A dime. Green eyed monsters by my side. Pay attention, hold on tight. Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own. A deck of cards. An empty seat. This whorehouse feels like home. My pocket full with dollar bills to spend. And so here I'm standing once again. In my Saloon No. 10 Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own. A deck of cards. An empty seat. This whorehouse feels like home. Swinging doors, pull me in and open on their own. The story ends. Dead man's hand. In my Saloon No. 10

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Misery likes company, that ain't my kind of game. You know I've been to hell & back, the devil knows my name. Against all odds, I got the hand. I won't back down, tonight it ends. An ace of spades, A pair of eights. And one more ace my friend. A jockers sick and twisted glance. Completes my dead man's hand. My tired eyes, my heavy heart but still I'm holding on. Been waiting for my promised land since the day that I was born. Against all odds, I got the hand. I won't back down, tonight it ends. An ace of spades, A pair of eights. And one more ace my friend. A jockers sick and twisted glance. Completes my dead man's hand. My dead man's hand. Dead Man's hand! Against all odds, I got the hand. I won't back down, tonight it ends. An ace of spades, A pair of eights. And one more ace my friend. A jockers sick and twisted glance. Completes my dead man's hand. My dead man's hand. Dead Man's hand!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

A crowded saloon in A dirty old town. I'm drowning my sorrow with my head hanging down. A hand on my shoulder, A rotten damn smile. A small game of cards would be worth my while. I can feel my heartbeat as cards go round. I can hear him laughing with deadly sound. It's A showdown. The lights dimmed around us, the noises all die. The man dressed in black had greed in his eyes. He was dealing the cards and made his last bet. He dealt me two aces in fiery red. I can feel my heartbeat as cards go round. I can hear him laughing with deadly sound. It's A showdown. What goes around comes around. Blood will fill the air. Come sundown. No man's land, hell yea. Finally found. My showdown. What goes around comes around. What goes around comes around. Showdown.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Conductor with no eyes, looks at me and smiles. And he's passing by, still hear my woman's cries. As I hit the ground, where am I now? A picture in my mind, of A crown of thorns. And A fear of dawn, the deeds that I have done. I can't take 'em back and I can't regret. The lord has let me down, no use in praying. There is no way out, out of this train. 'cause now... I Ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. No more tears, no more pain. Hide your fears or cry in vain. I ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. I'm not alone, A thousand strong. And blood runs cold, the train of souls. The train of souls. Little girl sits by my side, as she takes my hand. She looks at me and says, "don't you dare, now won't you cry. You are going down, you will wear that crown." The lord has let me down, no use in praying. There is no way out, out of this train. 'cause now... I Ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. No more tears, no more pain. Hide your fears or cry in vain. I ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. I'm not alone, A thousand strong. And blood runs cold, the train of souls. The train of souls. The train of souls. The train of souls. Stations running by, the seats are filling up. Although we never stop, everyone who dies. By A vicious hand, like A slaughtered lamb. The lord has let me down, no use in praying. There is no way out, out of this train. The lord has let me down, no use in praying. There is no way out, out of this train. Out of this fucking train. 'cause now... I Ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. No more tears, no more pain. Hide your fears or cry in vain. I ride the train of souls. Which will take me down below. I'm not alone, A thousand strong. And blood runs cold, the train of souls. I'm not alone, A million strong. And blood runs cold, the train of souls. The train of souls. The train of souls.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

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ou pave the way for my robbing leech there are no bounds and the souls are free when rivers run backwards and the time stands still you'll stand in my path than you will see all I need is just ten foot ground and no emotion can stop the sound of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood evocation of everlasting brotherhood... I'm tired of your slan-derous mockery you're just a traitor without daredevilry I have to face the man who wanna take my life you know that I'm prepared for the fight hey ho, the final row mournful fatal misery hey ho, the final row with my gun and me all I need is just ten foot ground and no emotion can stop the sound of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood evacation of everlasting brotherhood... you see the tension in my staring eyes look at my hand that's leap and strike don't wait to long and stop to breathe cause heaven awaits that somebody decease all I need is just ten foot ground and no emotion can stop the sound of aggressions that leave you alone to your blood evocation of everlasting brotherhood... hey ho, the final row mournful fatal misery hey ho, the final row with my gun and me we took a little trip just you and me the lead that put us out of misery no one will ever hold us in contempt decision between the quick and the dead...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025