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Nowhereman said:




"what happened to your face?"

"cut myself shavin."

Death of Jonah Hex
(Count Lyle*)
a dusty hollow drifter was lyin in your bed
there was dirty water at your feet an angel at your head
devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
the master of the double irons would no doubt soon be dead.

it started with a dealer and a deck of 51
lone star beer, cuervo gold, two kilers and their guns
darkness was the witness it crept upon the town
you decked some fuckin stranger with horns beneath his crown

no mortal could have beat you no fight you ever lost
now they'll take you from this place and put you in a box

on the death bed of jonah hex we'll kneel and say a prayer
ghosts are rattlin at the door and the devil's in the chair

you remember that foul evenin
when you heard the banshees moan
lousy drunken bastards singin billy in the bowl
they took you up to midnight mass and left you with a lurch
dropped a quarter on the plate your blood it filled the church

it must have been a bullet whose silver tip was honed
crash right down into the heart and shatter every bone

up at the gates of heaven your voice it became a shout
they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the fuckin doors down
they shoved you back into the street
they sent you far away
sent you away to hell where they said you should remain

*some lyrics from "The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn" Shane MacGowan