Western movie

The riders ride into the night
Into the west
To see whose gun's the best

They're all fools to live by rules
The rider wearing black
No, he's gonna shoot you in the back
Hey

The horseman turns
The wound that burns
The awful pain, the crimson rain

He got to realise, before he dies
The rider wearing black
Know he's gonna, gonna
Shoot you in the back, hey

It's suicide to live on pride
You claim your own
Your skin, your bone

Your own life cuts you like a knife
The rider wearing black
He's gonna, he's gonna
Shoot you in the back, hey
In the western movie