I'm a gambler. And I'm a runner. But you knew that. When you lay down. I'm a picture. Of ugly stories. I'm a killer. And I'm a clown. Step into the street by sundown. Step into your last goodbye. You're a target just by living. Twenty dollars will make you die. I wear lace. And I wear black leather. My hands are lightning upon my gun. My shots are clean. And my my shots are final. My shots are deadly. And when it's done. You're as stiff as my smoking barrel. You're as dead as a desert night. You're a notch. And I'm a legend. You're at peace. And I must hide. Tell me where the hell I'm going. 'Let my bones fall in the dust. Can't you hear that ghost that's calling. As my Colt begins to rust. In the dust. I'm a killer. I'm a clown. I'm a priest. That's gone to town