Letra de It's Pretty Hard To Beat The King

Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins. As for this face, Best to be forgotten. "Baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going far. Baby baby, come on I'm begging you, please, I'm not the one in chains." "They call me Jesse James and I own the night life. I drift from town to town across the nation. Praise the lord, Lock and load boys. We go down, We go down, We go down together." "Baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going far. Baby baby, come on I'm begging you, please, I'm not the one in chains." Your gun's firing blanks. No way out. [x4] Gun's firing blanks. Go thell this town I've built them all their coffins. As for this face, Best to be forgotten. Hell's on its way, No one's gonna stop it. I wear the suit, No one's gonna top me.