Wanted Man

With a dust storm at your heels And your six gun by your side You're a farmers son on a rebels run With a lust for suicide A hard riding, fast gliding Slick son of a bitch Got an urge for the fast life And a trigger finger itch You take what you want And you kill just for fun A real life cowboy dealing with death under the sun There waiting for you somewhere With a rope that bears your name And the price upon your head Keeps growing with your fame Someday, somewhere They'll put your dead ass in the ground You get what you play for Wanted man You realize nothing's stable Like the day turns into night And although you've been a winner Once you lose, that ends the fight So pillage, rape, and plunder Cut em down if they're in your way You're a farmers son on a rebels run And only death stands in your way There waiting for you somewhere With a rope that bears your name And the price upon your head Keeps growing with your fame Someday, somewhere They'll put your dead ass in the ground You get what you play for Wanted man