You've heard a lot of stories about the terrible legends of the Wild West,
Billy the Kid, the Dalton Brothers and Jesse James
Well, here's a song about the gunslinger who those bad boys have heard of
This is the story of Silas Greaves
There are men who fear legends But a man legends fear
He's the four-holstered reaper Cryin' bullets for tears
When a [bad word] in Justice Bullets make good rain
When the heart ache has dried out Only blood heals the pain
There's a time for greavin' And a time to just pray
There's a time for forgivin' But it's not for today
You can hide sins from the gavel You can drown them [bad word] 
When Silas Greaves find you, There's nowhere [bad word] 
And time goes too slowly For the gunslinger's eye
Till he's buried his promise There's no time to cry
There's a time for greavin' And a time to just pray
When Silas Greaves finds you It's the time you must pay