It's Pretty Hard To Beat The King - Drop Dead, Gorgeous

Go tell this town I’ve built them all their coffins

As for this face, best to be forgotten

«Baby, baby, I’ve got a reason to leave

But I’m not going far

Baby, baby, c’mon, I’m begging you, please

I’m not the one in chains»

«They call me Jesse James and I own the night life

I drift from town to town across the nation

Praise the Lord, lock and load, boys

We go down, we go down, we go down together»

Your gun’s firing blanks

No way out

Go tell this town I’ve built them all their coffins

As for this face, best to be forgotten

Hell’s on its way, no one’s gonna stop it

I wear the suit, no one’s gonna top me