This Is the Wild West

All dusty and dirty with the sand on the teeth, All day in the saddle and I'm always in the business, Colt me - as a father, as a bullet - as a mother, From birth I was taught to kill. For the money is ready for any job Fishing, killing a raccoon Build a dam, to get dynamite, Thief to catch, you find pyrite. I can get it for a penny corn Sorry did not grow up here big watermelons. But there is a saloon, where ever you are happy It poured whiskey and lipstick stain, Beautiful virgins passionate pleasures, Are all night kiss. And in the morning to hit the road again, Job search, then to rest, Although it is better to enter the face bullies And you can beat the Indians in the tavern, Full of knuckles, caressing my Colt I loaded all the two hundred and twenty volts. Bloody flower growing in her eyes, Now they will meet only in our dreams. Yes, revenge, but has not become easier, After all, together with the decline of the soul dies. This is the Wild West, there is no place for the weak, Here the people involved from the hard dough Worker, Indian, laborer and the thief To finish our conversation.