High Noon

High noon, death soon High noon, death soon Drinking his whiskey in a dirty saloon Last breath, a duel to the death See who is faster, the ultimate test He swings open the door Another challenge unfolds One more notch on his gun The life that a gunslinger lives Night heat, blood on the street Another poor victim who reached for his piece Death toll, sound of the bell Pulling the trigger, the tower strikes 12 He swings open the door Another challenge unfolds One more notch on his gun The life that a gunslinger lives Thoughts of a funeral pyre Bullets ring, let them fly Bullets ring Bullets ring, people die Bullets ring How much more can he take? He gets drunk as he wallows (wallows) Will he ever succumb to his fate? The next gunslinger's faster (faster) Who is faster? (Faster) Faster than me There is always one faster (faster) The one he can't beat East, west, they challenge the best The bounty gets paid with a pound of their flesh Night falls, the vultures, they call Waiting for supper as the next outlaw falls He swings open the door Another challenge unfolds One more notch on his gun The life that a gunslinger lives As the blood hits the floor One more walks through the door As the trigger gets pulled The life of the gunslinger ends Bullets ring, let them fly Bullets ring Bullets ring, people die Bullets ring