My sights are set on everyone
When I go reaching for my guns.
And when you hear that round,
those bullets swallowed down,
you'd better hit the ground,
Cos I ain't aimin for noone.

You've seen me once or twice before,
but you won't hear from me no more.
When all my lead is out,
I'll turn myself around.
& head off into the setting sun
on the horse I rode in on.

2-3-4!

And when I'm far enough away...
That's when you'll try to save the day.
You bravely grab your hat,
make like you're 'gonna snap.'
Get all your fellas,
"Boys it looks like we got a man-hunt."

But that won't be the last of me,
You'll see my masked face in the night
when you're startled from your sleep!
I am the son of God, Maybe I'm Satan's spawn.
Call me the chosen one...
You're not ever gonna forget me...
You'll never forget me.

2-3-4!