Текст песни
Ghost on dark horse
I cut off head a scythe this muthufuckin hoes
Young cowboys die in a devilish duel
Fuck the sheriff because he was cruel
I set the Marlboro on fire
Check the shutter on my gun
Bones in mines, their has come fucking time
I cut like cattle of a bitch of son
I want a huge bag of a gold
Boots in holes, passed through the pain of gloomy note
Their ass runs like rolling stone
They die in the cold, because stepped here northern bone
You are six when it comes to fives
North Side in the heart
Cold breath behind your back
Click, again clack
Bitch with question what the fuck
