Don't you moan or cry
It's just the blade of a four inch knife
I can see you in the corner of my eye
Slender legs and copper thighs
Better run for your life
The smoke from the end of this gun
Signals an end to all the damage you've done
I retaliate so let the blood come
Run for your life
The rusty bullet missed me but you didn't turn back
I can see your shady figure and the fields of tall grass
I've never loathed no one
But I'm gonna get you back tomorrow
You must be a ghost that I see
I left you stone cold in the middle of that field
No you don't missed me and I stand here alive
You're a terrible shot, you must have two glass eyes
Better run for your life
Run till your heart comes back
