When he was a young boy 
He was sleeping in his bed 
group of men´s beside him 
Killed his mommy and his dad 
He saw his daddy dying 
His mother on the floor 
He starts to cryin 
And it was never like before

Now he is a young man 
Full of anger full of hate 
They call him Pistolero 
Because no one knows his name 
He is an ice cold killer 
No one has seen his face 
He is like a shadow 
He don’t gives a grace

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Can you hear the whistle? 
the whistle through the land 
you know it’s pistolero 
he brings you your end

he whistles a melody 
that´s creeping down your spine 
when you hear the melody 
you hear it the last time 
you know that he [bad word] 
you know [bad word] for you 
he is pistolero 
there is nothing you could do

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Bridge: 
the melody is sweet 
the melody means pain 
once its in your head 
it drives you insane 
you know that he [bad word] 
you know [bad word] for you 
he is pistolero 
there is nothing you can do

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