[Intro: Spaghetti-western rock male lead, low over the wind] Halloween in a silver town Nobody living for a mile around [Verse 1: Spaghetti-western rock male lead, the guitar loping under] Hundred and forty years ago in the street by the bank Me and Coleman had words over a pot and a plank He said I dealt from the bottom, I said he dealt from the sleeve We stepped out in the dust, and nobody would leave Ten paces, turn, and the sun in my eye Two shots, one sound, and we both said goodbye They buried us together 'cause the shovel was cheap In a hole by the gallows where the rattlers sleep [Chorus: Spaghetti-western rock male lead] Dead even, dead even, both of us went down Dead even, dead even, the only two in town I could beat you, Coleman, but I'd be the one left grieving Every night at midnight, we keep it dead even [Verse 2: Spaghetti-western rock male lead, darker, the snare whips harder] Now every Halloween we walk out of the saloon Smoke for a body and a hat for a moon Tourists on the boardwalk with their cameras in the air They come to see a winner, and there's never one there I'm faster than him now, I been practicing for years I could put him in the ground, I could end it right here But then who's gonna argue, who's gonna cheat at cards Who's gonna call me crooked in these empty yards [Chorus: Spaghetti-western rock male lead] Dead even, dead even, both of us went down Dead even, dead even, the only two in town I could beat you, Coleman, but I'd be the one left grieving Every night at midnight, we keep it dead even [Bridge: Spaghetti-western rock male lead, tense, the band on one low note] He looks at me, I look at him A hundred and forty years of grin He knows I'm faster, I know he knows That's why the both of us take it slow [Standoff: two hammers, two revolver hammers click back, one beat of desert wind] Draw [Guitar Break: reverb baritone guitar, wild and wide] [Verse 3: Spaghetti-western rock male lead, full band, triumphant and dark] Two shots, one sound, and the tourists all scream And we fall in the dust like a cheap little dream Then we get up laughing and we walk back inside To the same old table where we both of us died He deals from the bottom and I deal from the sleeve And neither one of us has a reason to leave You call it a curse, mister, I call it a friend Some enemies are better than a peaceful end [Chorus: Spaghetti-western rock male lead] Dead even, dead even, both of us went down Dead even, dead even, the only two in town I could beat you, Coleman, but I'd be the one left grieving Every night at midnight, we keep it dead even [End]
