Wanted: Dead or Alive
Wake up in the morning,
and I raise my weary head.
I got an old coat for a pillow,
and the earth was last night's bed.
I don't know where I'm going,
only God knows where I've been.
I'm a devil on the run,
a six gun lover,
a candle in the wind.
When you're brought into this world,
they say you're born in sin.
Well, at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win.
Well, they tell me that I'm wanted.
Yeah, I'm a wanted man.
I'm a colt in your stable,
I'm what Cain was to Abel.
Mister, catch me if you can.
I'm going down in a blaze of glory.
Take me now but know the truth.
I'm going out in a blaze of glory,
Lord, I never drew first,
but I drew first blood.
I'm no one's son,
call me young gun.
"One more death wouldn't make a difference to me, be it innocent or guilty. I'm already a wanted man. Your pa will track me down till his dying day anyway, so I could kill you right now if I wanted too." He may of been bluffing, but Christofer's eyes stayed trained on the barrel of the silver pistol before he trailed up to those hazel-green eyes. They said everything as a shiver of fear trembled through Christofer's being.
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver Sykes or Christofer Drew Ingle but I do own the storyline. The summary belongs to Bon Jovi for their song, Blaze of Glory.
and I raise my weary head.
I got an old coat for a pillow,
and the earth was last night's bed.
I don't know where I'm going,
only God knows where I've been.
I'm a devil on the run,
a six gun lover,
a candle in the wind.
When you're brought into this world,
they say you're born in sin.
Well, at least they gave me something
I didn't have to steal or have to win.
Well, they tell me that I'm wanted.
Yeah, I'm a wanted man.
I'm a colt in your stable,
I'm what Cain was to Abel.
Mister, catch me if you can.
I'm going down in a blaze of glory.
Take me now but know the truth.
I'm going out in a blaze of glory,
Lord, I never drew first,
but I drew first blood.
I'm no one's son,
call me young gun.
"One more death wouldn't make a difference to me, be it innocent or guilty. I'm already a wanted man. Your pa will track me down till his dying day anyway, so I could kill you right now if I wanted too." He may of been bluffing, but Christofer's eyes stayed trained on the barrel of the silver pistol before he trailed up to those hazel-green eyes. They said everything as a shiver of fear trembled through Christofer's being.
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver Sykes or Christofer Drew Ingle but I do own the storyline. The summary belongs to Bon Jovi for their song, Blaze of Glory.