I've got six fast bullets, baby.
I never claimed to be a saint.
I've got six fast bullets, baby.
I'm not the kind you want to claim.
'Cause I've got six fast bullets, baby
And only five complaints.
On the sharp side of the mountain,
In the middle of a pack of sheep.
On the callous face of that mountain,
Red teeth as crooked as a creek,
Dark eyes lock from under stolen wool
Two wolves meet.
What do you do when your crimes come true?
And what do you do when they don't?
What do you do when your crimes come true?
What do you do when they don't?
I'd like to loan you something to lean on, love
But I just don't have a bone to throw.
Fell asleep in the middle of Salt Lake City
Woke up in the middle of a dream
Fell asleep in the middle of the dream
Woke up in the middle of a different dream
rising and falling and all of these brawling
Clouds campaigning up and down that mountain.
Not even the water was running clean.
'Cause if you can just give it up a little,
You know they may invite you in some.
Yes, if you can just slide them a little sheepskin, hon
They may invite you in some.
All these good looking children
In complete charge! "“ with truly disposable income.
What do they do when their crimes come true?
What do they do when you don't?
What'll they do when their crimes come true
What do they do? When you don't?
What'll they do when their crimes come true?
What do you do when they don't?
You say, I've got six fast bullets, people.
And claim you never claimed to be a saint.
You scream I brought six fast bullets here tonight
And I'm going to leave this chamber blank!
You thought up six fast bullets, baby.
But you could only think of five real complaints.