Текст песни Buzzards

He is a deadly and desperate man On the run with gun in hand Fleeing from the hangman’s noose An outlaw with nothing to lose A pack of wolves surrounds its prey The mighty beast is brought to bay The smell of blood is in the air And soon the buzzards will claim their share They gather round the gallows They circle overhead Stalking the wounded beast Until it’s dead Clouds pass before the moon Eyes surround him in the gloom A single bullet left in his gun The buzzards wait till the morning comes They gather round the gallows They circle overhead Stalking the wounded beast Until it’s dead