Outlaw Gentlemen & Shady Ladies
Let's Shake Some Dust
(Instrumental)
Lady Pearl in jail, Lady Pearl in jail
You'll rise
Lady Pearl in jail, Lady Pearl in jail
You'll fight
A letter from her mother now dying in her bed
get on home quickly with the medicine
no money in her pocket no wheels to get ahead
she grabbed her colt 44 and
Went along the mountain side
mama love I'm on my way don't you cry
I'll make it just in time
mama love I'm on my way don't you cry
please hold on
The young Lady Pearl was dressed
in a man's jeans and a shirt
a stage coach was stopped
and robbed were three passengers
gave each of them a dollar
enough for them to eat
then she disappeared down south and
Went along the mountain side
mama love I'm on my way don't you cry
I'll make it just in time
mama love I'm on my way don't you cry
Lady Pearl in jail, Lady Pearl in jail
You'll rise
Lady Pearl in jail, Lady Pearl in jail
You'll fight (x2)
Pearl Hart
The Nameless One
Dead But Rising
Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name
I have followed his wings on a sunny day
I like to believe he's the chosen one
I like to believe he's the fallen one
Dead but rising
I raise the fist with power and fate
and wishing that his claws will grab on to my hand
I like to believe he's the chosen one
I like to believe he's the fallen one
Dead but rising
The eagle:
I have been to the end of waters
I have been to the end of earth
I've been over mountains and riding the storms
Dear son your words have reached me
and for that I can carry on
I'll guide you in spirit
today I'll be home
I like to believe he's the fallen one
I like to believe he's the chosen one
the rebirth of man heals a bleeding heart
the eagle of kings wears my father's soul
Dead but rising
Cape Of Our Hero
All of the perfection nothing will and can be made
the old skin has to shed before the new one sees the day
opportunities to find the deeper powers in ourselves
comes when life is breathing and seems more than what it is
Go blindly completely
You tell me how I can fly away
and believe that all the angels are coming
you bring me down then I will fly again
and believe that all the angels are coming
The kingdom of the fathers and the heroes where are you
I'm talking to you every night more than I should do
what awaits and when will be the day
when I can wear the cape
I'm lying on the ground as always staring into the air
Go blindly completely
You tell me how I can fly away ...
The stars are long gone but we can still see their glow
long after they've skidded off into oblivion
You tell me how I can fly away...
you tell me how I can fly away
and believe that all the angels are coming
you bring me down then I will fly again
and believe that all the angels are coming
Room 24 ft. King Diamond
Caught in the darkness
the room is getting colder my body is on hold
lying in bed and unable to move
The darkness in 24
former guests who live no more
so many hands to hold you down
My mind is awake
I open my eyes but it's so hard to breathe
something is in here to silence my screams
The darkness in 24
steals your breath away once more
oh it's happening again yeah
See the old hag sitting over me
the smell of rotten breath and blasphemy
no way out only darkness here
feel my eyes filling up with fear
will someone hear me crying out for help in room 24
in room 24... in room 24
Caught in the darkness
the room is getting colder my body is on hold
lying in bed and unable to move
Sadness is a falling tear
turning into liquid fear
who killed who we'll never know
oh we'll never know
never tell...never tell...never tell...never tell...
See the old hag sitting over me
the smell of rotten breath and blasphemy
no way out only darkness here
feel my eyes filling up with fear
will someone hear me crying out for help in room 24
in room 24... in room 24
The Hangman's Body Count
Hear his boots and see the figure dressed in black
Echos of him have been heard
Spiritually he's all intact
Guided by the raven since his eyes don't see
Hear him drag the rope that goes up to the hangman's tree
The wind calls your name
Get out of your bed
Go up to the hills, the raven will lead
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here
You smell the rain and as you walk the final dirt
Pictures of the crime are past but not forgotten in this world
See the valley turn to darkness on your way
The only friend you have is standing at the gallows end
The wind calls your name
Get out of your bed
Go up to the hills, the raven will lead
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here
Put on the rope
You knew the day was coming
Say your prayers once more
You're part of the hangman's body count
Hear his boots and see the figure dressed in black....
The wind calls your name...
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here
Put on the rope
You knew the day was coming
Say your prayers once more
You're part of the hangman's body count
My Body
Stop! the train is ridin' down to the station
where you lived when we were school kids
Hey! the rails are caught now
and i am falling down fools in a spiral
round this town of steam
My body tells me no but I won't quit
'cause I want more 'cause I want more
My body tells me no but I won't quit
'cause I want more 'cause I want more
Stop! the train is riding down to the station where I lived
when I was a cool kid
Hey! is it my fault that the fallen embers
burn down in a spiral
round your crown of thieves
My body tells me no but I won't quit...(x2)
And it rides out of town
Oh, it's my road it's my road it's my road
I'ts my road it's my road it's my road
And it's my war it's my war it's my war
his eyes are open, his eyes are open
Oh 'cause I want more, I want more, I want more
his eyes are open his eyes are open
(hey, hey, hey)
My body tells me no but I won't quit...(x2)
And it rides out of town
Lola Montez
Fell the fire where she walks
Lola Montez so beautiful
shady and a tempered dame
blinding your eyes with her spider dance
Her performance utterly erotic subversive to all ideas
and for public morality
and cool as she was she didn't care
see the miner throw his gold
lifting her skirt howling loud like a wolf
hell raising and full of sin
when Lola was dancing and showing her skin
Wherever she walks
she will be captivating all the men
don't look in her eyes
you might fall and find the love of your life heavenly
but she'll catch you in her web
the love of your life
Fell the fire where she walks...
Well notorious I have been
but never for fame that's what she said
dear Henry taste my whip
never to see any words you print
Wherever she walks...
Oh Lola I'm sure that the love would have been
the key to all your pain
no words will late come
did the spider bite your tongue
we will surely not forget the Lola spider dance
don't look in her eyes
you might fall and find the love of your life heavenly
but she'll catch you in her web
the love of your life
Wake up baby and taste the dirt
we're six feet under and still in love
the day has come
we belong with the living dead of the night
Hear the outlaw ghoul and his cane
crashing our casket to find his way
the day has come
we belong with the living dead of the night
Hold on to me baby
his bony hands will do you no harm
it said in the cards we lost our soul to the nameless one
The Outlaw Ghoul:
Wake up my darlings your time is up
follow my riders into the dark
the day has come
we belong with the living dead of the night
Hold on to me baby.....(x2)
The outlaw ghoul:
long time ago
you called upon the tombstones
gambling with your soul for nothing
and now you're walking though the valley of death
But see how beautiful you are
skinny blue and grey in love you'll walk among the outlaw bandits
until you meet the nameless one
Hold on to me baby.....(x2)
The day has finally come
A man appeared before Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo's stage driver man
wearing a long white linen
and a dust flour sack over his head
Pointed a double barreled shotgun
at the driver and forced him to halt
please throw down your box sir
and madame please I don't need your money or pearls
They call him Black Bart PO8
the highway bandit poetry man
leaving his poem disappeared
like a ghost on his own all on his own
the road he owns
Rise Black Bart rise I'm calling
calling your spirit out
dust off your hat and your hatchet
there are boxes out there with your name and mark
The road has been cold and lonely
the road has been out of good tales
let's shake up some dust
we'll be opening the box like before just like before
and leave a poem
(Black Bart 1877):
For honor and for riches
I've labored long and hard for the bread
but on my corns too long you tread
you fine haired sons of bitches
Black Bart
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