Gun fight with the two aces,
Smoked your camel, your dead.
Bullets riddled your faces,
Tracers dancing about your heads.

You guys run around half-tuned,
Whinin' most at us.
We'll ship off all your clan goons, real soon,
Since now that you bit the dust.

C'mon, attract us to your friends,
Go point out the way.
Run on, 'til the roundup ends,
'til the roundup ends.

You guys are like cancer,
worse than some speed freak.
You smelly necromancer, trancer,
We'll blast you to next week.

guitar solo

We know your daddy's a faultin',
He's Saddam soon to fall.
With fifty lifts to attend you, as they mend you,
You guys don't look bad at all.

But you no longer scare 'em sonny,
There's two less on your side.
So then you took that gamble, yo yo,
Then we smoked your dirty hide.

C'mon, attract us to your friends,
Go point out the way.
Run on, 'til the roundup ends,
'til the roundup ends.

Gun fight with the two aces,
Smoked your camel, your dead.
Bullets riddled your faces,
Tracers dancing about your heads.

Gun fight with the two aces (Fade)