With old friends around the kingdom throne
Boys I was branded as a bandit and bank robber
But I never tumed a family from their home
We're sworn to pass no judgments here in heaven
But there's goings on a man can't stand no more
There's no open carry up in heaven
But please give me back my trusty .44
Con permiso yo me voy to dear old Wall Street
My .44 will do the talking from now on
I'll cut you down to size my banking brothers
Put that bonus money back where it belongs
You picked the pockets of los pobrecitos
Spreading hardship and trouble through the land
Sus sirvientes pago bien para sus faIsas
That's what Jesse James could never understand
Un minuto a rezar y un segundo para morir
That's all you birds will ever get from me
You lined your pockets weil but ril see you all in heli
Quemando como dinero for all eternity
