Do what you don’t do what you do
With two pair eights and aces
I see you don’t see what I see
Misfortune through the ages

The gunfighter
An Old West tragic hero
Shot in cold blood (remember)
That very hand foreshadowed

Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Tying the damsel to the railroad tracks

Do what you don’t do what you do
For soon you’ll be forgotten
I see you don’t see what I see
Ill-fated slave to caution

Your number’s up
An end to your sob story
Your skin is flushed (on fire)
A crowning blaze of glory

Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Destined to take a bullet in the back

Do what you don’t do what you do
And sleep with one eye open
I see you don’t see what I see
Your ultimate destruction

Holding the dead man’s hand in black
Listen and you can almost hear the crack