The Goddamn Gallows - Saint O’ Killer
He fought in the civil war, many died by him.
He lived off blood and gore, fed off the fear of men.
He hunted them for fun, his Colts loaded with hate.
He’d kill his only son, he’d never hesitate.
Well the Saint O’ Killers had a heart so cold that he froze the depths of hell.
He stared the Devil right in his eyes and got thrown back from where he fell.
His guns are deadlier than a 100,000 men.
The Lord is runnin’ and hidin’, Saint O’ Killers wants revenge.
He’s searchin’ for the preacherman to find the word of god
He knew he would find him, no one could make him stop.
He’d crash the gates of heaven to satisfy his crave.
It’ll happen on the Sabbath, God better dig his grave.
Doesn’t matter what you say, doesn’t matter what you do.
Saint O’ Killers is comin’ after you.