They closed off the street, The municipal buildings and the places to eat, Better cancel that haircut, And scurry somewhere safe. There's fifty guns at sundown, There's a war going on and you can't escape. Bullets ring out, Like church bells on the breeze, You're stuck in place, As your body and brain freeze. Only minutes, To make a choice, Do you flee for your life, Or pick a weapon up and join? Which side are you on? Rejects, Yuugen, Vipers or Bowies, Do you run with Salopri, Or the King Street Bones. Do you carry Hopper or Blue Blood in your veins? Do you take haven with the Haven, Or fly with the Blood Butterflies on a backwaters field of pain. Whatever your choice, it's for life, Or until you're slain. Fifty guns at sundown, Playing the eternal gang war game. You bring a knife to a gun fight, Realize you need to quickly ammo up, Grab a forty-five, and a prayer. The air explodes around you. Something whistles by, And stings your ear. There's murder in their eyes, But it's reflected back in your, Unflinching gaze. You know if it's time to die today, They'll gather and mourn you, At your grave. Which side are you on? Rejects, Yuugen, Vipers or Bowies, Do you run with Salopri, Or the King Street Bones. Do you carry Hopper or Blue Blood in your veins? Do you take haven with the Haven, Or fly with the Blood Butterflies on a backwaters field of pain. Whatever your choice, it's for life, Or until you're slain. Fifty guns at sundown, Playing the eternal gang war game.
