Let me tell you about
Faces I see
The stately, the rugged
Under dirt
And sun umbrellas
Their eyes on the gun
Some puppy eyes
Some fierce lady eyes
Some warm gentleman eyes
But some eyes
That can't look into mine
Look into mine
"Bandido"
They call me
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
I'm writing her a love song
How we fall into a dream in the rocks
Our rocks
They found me there
Chased after me
I crawled away quickly
Wasn't sure if i was lost or if I was running away again
Up what you now call the fourteen
I was a runner up the fourteen
Their mouths move
Say they wanna be the good guys
They wanna be triumphant
They put me to sleep
On diagonal rocks
So no one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
In the gold
No one knows the story
Of "Bandido"
In the gold country
"Bandido"
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance
In the gold country
In the gold country