I Was Once, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps a Cowboy King

I see myself there waiting by the roadside
Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in
No name, no history
Just a target on my temple and a hole in my head

I could've been one of kings
The shell of a boy of the man that I used to be
A monkey in a man suit
I stand here as nothing to you
Wind me up and watch me go

Lay down your guns
Cut me from ear to ear
Eye for an eye
The glass is long gone broken
Lay down your guns
Cut me from ear to ear
Eye for an eye
The glass is long gone broken

I walk this road alone
No thanks to you
I walk this road alone
No thanks to you
No thanks to

Load up your six-shot baby
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns, your six-shot baby, put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns, your six-shot baby put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns
Load up your six-shot baby put it to my head
Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured
Put it to me, dead

Lay your guns down let me die (why won't you just let me die)
Lay your guns down let me die (why won't you just let me die)
Lay your guns down let me die

Scars don't heal when you keep
Cutting
Always cutting
Cutting deeper
Always deeper

Scars don't heal when you keep cutting