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Yeah… Tombstone, Arizona… 1881…
Dust taste like death out here…
This one for the Cowboys… and the ones who stood in the lot…[Hook – laid-back, sinister drawl]
26 seconds in the O.K. Corral,
Bullets sang like a funeral choir, y’all.
Smoke rise slow in the desert wind,
I’m your huckleberry… now the devil grins.
From Fremont Street to the afterlife gates,
Three men down, eternity waits.
Roll that funk in a black bandana,
Gunfight at the O.K., West Coast manner.[Verse 1 – Doc Holliday (talkbox & low croak)]
Coughin’ up blood in a whiskey glass,
Lungs full of dust, but the reaper too slow, never too fast.
Wyatt by my side, cold steel in his fist,
Said “Law comin’ down, better scratch us off the list.”
Ikept my coat long, hid the gauge in the lining,
I’m a Southern gentleman, but my soul steady dyin’.
Ike Clanton talkin’ big with his mouth run wild,
But when the lead start flyin’, that boy broke like a child.
Say “I’m your huckleberry,” that’s a guarantee,
Mean I’ll dance with the devil ‘fore he dance with me.[Hook][Verse 2 – Wyatt Earp (deep, deliberate)]
Badge on my chest but vengeance in my veins,
Morgan hit the floor, now it’s thunder and rain.
Virgil bleedin’, walkin’ crooked in the sun,
Told the Cowboys, “Y’all’s reign of terror done.”
Curly Bill laughin’ with that red sash draped,
Shot him by the creek, watched his smile escape.
Ringo want smoke, talkin’ Latin and pride,
Met him in the oaks; only one walked out alive.
This ain’t about justice, this about kin,
When you touch an Earp, that’s the original sin.[Bridge – slow, eerie whistle + talkbox choir]
Fly buzzin’ round the blood in the dirt,
Boots still smokin’, souls under shirts.
26 seconds changed the whole damn land,
Now every outlaw know the Earp-Holliday brand.[Verse 3 – The Cowboys (grimy, paranoid)]
Red sash ridin’, opium in the air,
Clanton clan deep but we livin’ scared.
Thought we ran Tombstone, coke on the mirror,
Till Doc walked in sick, still the deadliest killer.
Billy Claiborne ran, left Frank on the ground,
Tom bleedin’ out, couldn’t make a sound.
Now we ghosts on the wind, ridin’ Highway 10,
Whisperin’ warnings to the next set of men:
Don’t draw on a dying man with nothin’ to lose,
He’ll send you to glory in them hand-tooled boots.[Final Hook – half-time, funeral tempo]
26 seconds in the O.K. Corral,
Eternal funk for the ones that fall.
From the dusty lot to the California coast,
We still bang this tale ‘bout the heavenly host.
I’m your huckleberry… say it one mo’ time,
Close your eyes, lil’ homie, hear them bells gon’ chime.
Roll slow… windows up… let the bass breathe pain…
Gunfight at the O.K.… forever bang.[Outro – talkbox fading]
Tombstone…
Rest in smoke, cowboys…
Val Kilmer voice in the wind:
“I’m your huckleberry…”
gun

Gunfight at the O.K.

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Yung Desolation is the Persona Tommy Enters in this track

Lyrics:

the guilt inside
confides in my mind
with no place to hide
and the overwhelming tides
of the waves
can’t be saved
lets just talk another day
maybe push away the pain
try and crawl up out my grave
as I scream for help
while I question myself
can no longer deal with the feelings I’ve felt
I’m just sick and fuckin tired of this mental health
so I’ll astral project into another realm
yeah
tie me up a noose because this life has been deduced
and I don’t really have a reason to continue
all the drugs that I’ve used
and the abuse that I went through
has turned me to a fuckin mess so now myself I will reduce
get me the fuck out of here
this life is pain my end is near
I’m filled with fear and lookin drear
Like a magician disappear
in these shoes you walk a mile
promise you won’t last a while
my existence reconciled
from earth I have been exiled
so again I’m sorry for the hurt
been livin like I’m already under 6 feet of dirt
but I’ve tried so hard and I constantly exert
all the pain inside that I can’t invert
draw the heavens
leave impressions
but I’m cast to fire essence
learned no lessons
had no blessings
likes of me there is no helpin
never see the silver lining
with the stars I am aligning
save the tears there is no crying
never striving only dying

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