We're the living dead,. With our blood-shot eyes and our hearts of stone. We all that's left and we won't need rest for we won't go home. We on our feet, where the beasts and the ghouls, and the
would never get the chance. To show you what I dreamt cause you never understand. I'm a cowboy by night, writer by the day. If I could find a saloon, I could find my way. Earn my living with my with
would never get the chance. To show you what I dreamt cause you never understand. I'm a cowboy by night, writer by the day. If I could find a saloon, I could find my way. Earn my living with my with
