Looking down the barrel of a gun
One eye closed and the other open
Aiming at a man on the run
Waiting for any chance under the hot desert sun
And I almost found you there
Reaching through the air
Swear on the sweat of my brow
I'll do whatever it takes to hunt you down
Vengeance is a heart-heavy crown
But I've got a bullet with your name on it
Carrion for vultures
Pecking at your bones
Yeah that's where I'll leave you
Picking away at your skull
You won't find your god in a place like this
Ways to die, you can take your pick
And I almost found you there
Reaching through the air
