Jose was known by those amongst him,
to be a treacherous man.
With the taste of a drink in the space of a blink,
You’d feel the weight of his calloused hand.
Hombre, Jose, weekend bandito
Monday to Friday, he lived incognito
Saturday his pistola sings,
a sea of blood greets the sand
Sunday church bells do ring
To the rhythm of Jose’s hand
Hombre, Jose, fulltime bandito
Monday to Friday no longer incognito
There was trouble were ever he goes
Then finally the day when Jose did pay,
For the web of deceit he had spun.
After soaking his soul with the devils below,
a life by the smoking gun.
Jose was known by those amongst him,
to be a treacherous man.
With the impact of lead in the back of his head,
His blood now greets the sand.
Hombre, Jose, meet the badest Gringo.
Five shots and his body dropped,
Way down below,
Way down, way down, way down below.
credits
from This Stop,
track released September 12, 2012
Written by: Jakksen Fish
Performed by: Jakksen Fish & The Unholy Racket, JT Desert, JJ Symon and Mirika Flegg
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