I have the sun shining in my eyes He's waiting, in the streets he stands With deaths shadow, so easy to recognise He never saw the move of my hand He falls so slow with a hole in his forehead Before he reach the ground he is already dead My gun kills the voice of the reaper Never been the wasted life's keeper Out of this dirty little town I ride Followed by scared and staring eyes In search of the next who can't hide At the end of this very day he dies He falls so slow with a hole in his forehead Before he reach the ground he is dead My gun kills the voice of the reaper Never been the wasted life's keeper He falls so slow with a hole in his forehead Before he reach the ground he is dead My gun kills the voice of the reaper Never been the wasted life's keeper
