Running Wild - Litttle Big Horn EP

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Hey Mr.Custer! Why do you dare the hand of fate? The claw of death awaits to grab. A golden medal, your honor idolized. Your heart is stone, your blood is iced. PRECHORUS: Ceaseless rifle fire blowing your dreams away. The barrels are running hot. What a painful bloody day! CHORUS Last fight at Little Big Horn. The hand of death was waiting to take the soldier blue away. Last fight at Little Big Horn, where the last command was given and all the soldiers fought in vain. The soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attack. A touch of death, the shotguns crack. The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red. Why did you lead them to this trap? PRECHORUS: Ceaseless rifle fire blowing your dreams away. The barrels are running hot. What a painful bloody day! CHORUS Last fight at Little Big Horn. The hand of death was waiting to take the soldier blue away. Last fight at Little Big Horn, where the last command was given and all the soldiers fought in vain. Oh, Little Big Horn! (SOLO) PRECHORUS: Ceaseless rifle fire blowing your dreams away. The barrels are running hot. What a painful bloody day! CHORUS (2x): Last fight at Little Big Horn. The hand of death was waiting to take the soldier blue away. Last fight at Little Big Horn, where the last command was given and all the soldiers fought in vain. Oh, Little Big Horn!

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Silence in the steps of no-man's land. Camp fire, the smell of prairie wind. Men surround the blaze. Drink booze recall the day 'til a stranger's voice rings out to pray the sin. PRECHORUS: "The man who pulls his gun'd be dead before he moves the trigger". Scared to death no one dared to breathe. Billy took their money Burst into ringing laughter Stole a horse and left the shattered scene. CHORUS: Billy the Kid - beast of prey that won't be tamed. Billy the Kid loved the thrill of deadly games. Wanted for the men he'd killed in vain. A thousand dollars cash on Billy's head. Hunted by a star for the lives he'd left in pain, and the day they met the outlaw lost the game. PRECHORUS: The marshal held his gun aimed at Billy's head with laughter. But the youngster was to proud for given' in. Billy felt no pain. But he was shot, the law was faster. Falling to his knees he hit the trail. CHORUS: Billy the Kid - beast of prey that won't be tamed. Billy the Kid loved the thrill of deadly games. Billy the Kid - a youngster and his deadly gun. Billy the Kid - a lonely hero on the run. (SOLO) PRECHORUS: The killing and the blood for golden dreams. A senseless war. An endless fight the youngster couldn't win. A hundred times before he'd died. He knocked on heaven's door 'til his maker opened up to lead him in.