Hell is the home you created
You set yourself up on the throne
Bettin’ that no one could stop you
And your victims would suffer alone
Out on the highway the echo of a hoofbeat
Movement just outta sight
Lately in your dreams you’ve been runnin’
And there’s a name goin’ ‘round and ‘round in the night

Los diablos tejanos, the rangers, the rangers
The rangers are comin’
Ridin’ through the flames
They followed your trail to the red gates of hell
Numbеred your sins and circled your name

Powеr is the game that you’re playin’
Pain is the trade where your money gets made
Trucks full of lies and innocent eyes
The once-bright hopes of the ones you betrayed
Set up your table with the finest of silver
Finger the gold on your gun
You’ve had to learn to get quick on the trigger
But you ain’t the only one

Los diablos tejanos, the rangers, the rangers
The rangers are comin’
Ridin’ through the flames
They followed your trail to the red gates of hell
Numbered your sins and circled your name
By the altar a candle is burnin’
To Mother Mary and the innocent Son
In the darkness a shout as the flame flickers out
The curse on your lips as you reach for your gun

Los diablos tejanos, the rangers, the rangers
The rangers are comin’
Ridin’ through the flames
They followed your trail to the red gates of hell
Numbered your sins and circled your name