[Verse 1] Steel glints in the midday sun, Dust kicks where the dead men run. Hollow streets, the whispers crawl, "Ain't no mercy when you hear her call." [Pre-Chorus] Six-shots slung on a devil’s hip, Eyes like fire on a righteous trip. Oh, the preacher screamed, but she don’t pray— Judgment walks in the light of day. [Chorus] She’s the daughter of a gun, born in flames, Sins like shadows when the night proclaims. You can hear the Reaper hum— Run, bastard, run... from the daughter of a gun. [Verse 2] Leather creaks when the hammer cocks, Graveyard saints turn on their rocks. Blood-red bloom ‘neath the gallows tree, "Guess the Devil’s got a taste for me..." [Bridge] (Instrumental riff break – Ventures-style surf twang meets metal shred) (Whispered) "Ain’t no grave... Ain’t no grave... Gonna hold her when the hounds awake." [Chorus] She’s the daughter of a gun, storm and stone, Hell’s own queen on a liar’s throne. You can beg, but the trigger’s dumb— Run, coward, run... from the daughter of a gun. [Outro] (Slow, eerie fade with bluesy metal distortion) Midnight hymns and a smoking barrel, Ghosts don’t weep when the hangman’s quarrel… "Mama told me, ‘Shoot straight, child... The world don’t bleed for the meek and mild.’" (Growled) "Hell’s bells ring when she draws...!" (Screamed) "BURY YOUR PRAYERS!"
