Hands down boys this game is over. Guns up. I'm all in.
I've got nothing to lose. So what do you have to say boy?
Prepare yourself for glory. Prepare yourself for infamy.
Today we walk these streets; a dance beneath the bright midday sun
We've got nothing to lose. So what do you have to say boy?
A shot in the back is the only thing he'll know.
Undertaker, undertaker! This man must be mistaken for a pine box and a funeral.
But undertaker, undertaker! He's about to meet his maker.
You've never seen his hands before.
Stutter step these ten paces before the turn where we will risk it all.
We wanted so much more, we wanted more than you could give.
Everything that you've ever done leads up to these last moments.
I won't be the one to tell you that it's all ok.
My heartbeat and this whiskey breathe tell me that this story's at an end.
Ready or not we're coming for you. Ready or not we're coming for you.
We both know the score! We both know the score!
Here's my last suggestion. Turn yourself around and start running.
I'll ask you one question. Do you really think that it's worth it?
Undertaker, undertaker! This man must be mistaken for a pine box and a funeral.
But undertaker, undertaker! He's about to meet his maker.
You've never seen his hands before.
I don't want to wait for you. I don't want to wait for this.