A Fistful of Dollars: The Stranger

Three black coats at the edge of town Dust on the boots, guns hanging down Horseflies circle the saloon glass Nobody moves when the church bell cracks I took one drink, I took one chair Three cold rifles waiting there The bartender watched the mirror behind I smiled like a man with nothing to find They don't know Which hand holds the match They don't know How little it takes to make the whole thing catch Let them tear each other apart I'll walk through the smoke when the shooting starts A fistful of iron, a mouth full of dust They built their kingdom on blood and rust Let the bell keep calling my name Let every bullet decide who remains I came with nothing I'll leave with the town When the last gun speaks I'll be the last one down Coins on the table, blood on the floor One man swears he can buy the war Another keeps count of the bodies outside While I sell them a reason to bury their pride The mule kicks hard at the stable door A widow is waiting by the general store I hear spurs scrape across the boards Then the whole damn street goes quiet once more They don't see The wire beneath their feet They don't hear The rhythm underneath Let them tear each other apart I'll walk through the smoke when the shooting starts A fistful of iron, a mouth full of dust They built their kingdom on blood and rust Let the bell keep calling my name Let every bullet decide who remains I came with nothing I'll leave with the town When the last gun speaks I'll be the last one down One for the money One for the dead One for the man Who should've stayed in bed No horse No flag No grave with my name Just dust in my teeth And a hand on the blade You wanted a war So I gave you a road You wanted a king So I lightened the throne Four men One street One breath Then silence Let them tear each other apart I'll walk through the smoke when the shooting starts A fistful of iron, a mouth full of dust They built their kingdom on blood and rust Let the bell keep calling my name Let every bullet decide who remains I came with nothing I'll leave with the town When the last gun speaks I'll be the last one down FOUR MEN ONE STREET ONE BREATH THEN VIOLENCE Now watch the horizon Watch what comes through The stranger you hunted Is standing with you No mercy in daylight No shelter at night You made me the weapon Now watch me decide Let them tear each other apart I'll walk through the smoke when the shooting starts A fistful of iron, a mouth full of dust They built their kingdom on blood and rust Let the bell keep calling my name Let every bullet decide who remains I came with nothing I'll leave with the town When the last gun speaks I'll be the last one down Three black coats A road gone red Dust settles slowly Over the dead