Under the desert sun
Hands touch the gun
Clients of saloon
Will feed vultures soon
And something goes wrong
Deadmen sing the song

So once upon a time
All people die
And then they rise again
For dark age of pain
They stroll amongst the living
Deadmen keep on singing  

One more night of living dead on the dark side of west
One more day the undertaking business does its best
Lot of zombies, lot of cries and everybody dies
Something moving in those coffins where old cowboys lie

Now sheriff rides the horse
Deadmen ride the whores

One more night of living dead on the dark side of west
One more day the undertaking business does its best
Lot of zombies, lot of cries and everybody dies
Something moving in those coffins where old cowboys lie