Should have never brought your gun to this town, man
Should have never brought it around here
They leave scum like you out at night
As the oil lamps burn
Through the back streets
The hounds are coming to Hangman's Square
With black roses on their chest
They dance at the sand tied to your feet
And they claw at your mask
You're the gold in this town, man
With that rope around your neck
You're the gold in this town, man
You're the gold in this town
Down in the bughouse
I toss a coin to the dirty gambler
If the neck breaks
They run around the Square
Those sober f*cks run around
With their hands against their chest
And they kneel to pray
You're the gold in this town, man
With that rope around your neck
You're the gold in this town, man
You're the gold in this town
Well, the hounds are coming
With torches and black roses
You had it coming, man
I said you had it coming
Should have never brought your gun, man
Should have never brought it around here
Should have never brought your gun, man
Should have never brought it to this town