[Intro] [Instrumental] [no build — full band slams in immediately on a driving, aggressive riff, distant echo of gunfire layered underneath, first thing you hear is speed, no vocals, no ad-libs, no humming, no growl] [Verse 1] [full speed groove, urgent, breathless delivery, first person plural — the riders themselves, no ad-libs, no humming, no growl] Rode in twelve strong, guns already smokin' Posse came in twenty deep behind Nobody called a truce or a warnin' Nobody walked out who we could find Canyon walls lit up like judgment Echo turned twelve shots into a hundred more We don't remember who fired first here We just remember hittin' the floor [Pre-Chorus] [drums double-time, tension racing] Listen to it thunder closer Listen to the walls give way There ain't no explainin' what's arrivin' There ain't no stoppin', no delay [Chorus] [full weight, gang vocals, driving throughout] Canyon Deeablo's burnin' wild tonight Outlaw and posse, both gunned down Ridin' hard, ridin' blind Chasin' down what they ain't left Canyon Deeablo's runnin' wild tonight Gone by mornin', nothin' left [Verse 2] [same driving groove, delivery weary and looping — this has happened before and will again] Twenty years we've fought this canyon Every year the same rounds fired Can't remember why we're ridin' Can't remember who we hated, who admired Some nights the posse gets here first now Some nights we get the drop on them Don't matter who draws faster We just die again, again, again [Pre-Chorus] [drums double-time, tension racing] Listen to it thunder closer Listen to the walls give way There ain't no explainin' what's arrivin' There ain't no stoppin', no delay [Chorus] [full weight, gang vocals, driving throughout] Canyon Deeablo's burnin' wild tonight Outlaw and posse, both gunned down Ridin' hard, ridin' blind Chasin' down what they ain't left Canyon Deeablo's runnin' wild tonight Gone by mornin', nothin' left [Guitar Solo] [fast, shredding, thrash-leaning throughout — one single bent slide-guitar lick at the very end as the only remaining blues trace] [Bridge] [no tempo drop — riff tightens and compresses rather than going half-time, staying fast and locked in] One shot echoes into a thousand One grave stretched to hold us all Nobody's left to bury nobody Nobody's left to hear us fall [building even harder toward the final chorus, no letup] Then the sun comes up on Deeablo Silent like it never made a sound Every gun's back in its holster Waitin' on the next go-round [Chorus - Final] [heaviest and fastest version, gang vocals maxed out, cuts out hard — no fade] CANYON DEEABLO'S BURNIN' WILD TONIGHT OUTLAW AND POSSE, BOTH GUNNED DOWN RIDIN' HARD, RIDIN' BLIND CHASIN' DOWN WHAT THEY AIN'T LEFT CANYON DEEABLO'S RUNNIN' WILD TONIGHT GONE BY MORNIN'... NOTHIN' LEFT [End]
