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Doc Holiday

Contributed by Franciswolf on Sunday, 3rd December 2006 @ 05:52:42 AM in AEST
Topic: mythology

The saloon is open tonight
No stranger knows just whats in store
The crowd turns quiet from the swinging door
Back on out of the way, Doc Holiday

I said Whyve you got to argue with the law of man?
Dont you know youre just a child?
Only someone like me can understand
You should be wary of what youve riled

Full suit of black just to match the mood
Im dark like this smoke up and rising
Ill kill you on sight if you come off as rude
Hell, Im the image of despising

And when you asked for a hand mine was out to grab
I put my gun before my head
Now Im tortured by ghosts I laid out on the slab
For every person saved theres another two dead

Theres a foul wind coming by
The tumbleweeds have blown through
Between the good both far and few
And no good conscience may stay, Doc Holiday

Cant you just keep order for once?
Id like a little time to escape my fate
Stead of running round like gunslingers in silence
In some constant divine debate

The tip of my hat is downward
Theres a man coming in like I owe him some time
I thought the west wouldve helped me keep cured
But this mans got something to find

The suns going down here like a spaghetti western
With a close up on my face
If theres some heaven I think its earned
And it owes me a place

Love found cold on a hospital bed
The nurses have nothing to say
Just another legend gone away
And who else would of gone that day, Doc Holiday?

Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2006-12-03 05:52:42]
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