Six feet down in a desert town where the dirt reaches to the sky
Six feet down in a desert town where the devilweed grows close by
Where nobody notices, nobody cares
Hide in the whore's crib and cover your ears
This is the last stop on the way to nowhere.
Cover your face in this dying place and pray nobody sees you
Cover your face in this dying place and pray they look right through you
Keep your head down, hide your scars
In the dusk of the brothels and the bars
In this hellish place, we are all damned.
One has gone, one still to come, hunted and the hunter
One has gone, one still to come, on a sound like thunder
Look into the gunslinger's eyes
See only death and desert skies
Before he moves on Tull will be no more.
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