Bandit & The Saint

He pulled off the road with a gun in hand He looked like he came from no mans land Had a fire in his eyes I had never seen The pain in his eyes made my heart skip two beats Coming to a crossroads, running from curses, demons and a shitty hand He gripped that pistol real tight And then he said I keep on hurting, while I keep on hurting myself I keep running and losing every part of myself I keep shooting and I keep on looting No matter what I can't escape all the hurt that I felt I keep running and I keep on gunning I've been praying someone would take me from hell Oh show me, Oh won't you show me That it's not an excuse to say it's the hand I've been dealt I've seen this before and it won't be long Bandits like you die while they're still young If you don't put down that gun you will sink your ship You won't have a hand to grip the moonshine you sip Your heart will be cold like the rest of your bones You'll be dust lost down to the unknown You need to change your wicked ways before it's too late You can live now, take my word for it, there's no time to waste I keep on hurting while I keep on hurting myself I keep running and losing every part of myself I keep shooting and I keep on looting No matter what I can't escape all the hurt that I felt I keep running and I keep on gunning I've been praying someone would take me from hell Oh show me, Oh won't you show me That it's not an excuse to say it's the hand I've been dealt Oh you showed me Oh how you showed me It's no fun being a Bandit on the run Oh you showed me Oh how you showed me It's no fun being a Bandit on the run Bury these guns, let's ride off in the sun Bury these guns Lets ride off in the sun