U.S. Bombs - Warstoryville Lyrics

Here lies the dead outlaws
Who lived one of the gang
Made a deal with pinkerton jesse
Told frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot
In the back
As soon as he turned his head
The midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy six
Show down in front of saloons
With billy the kid
We gotta go rob a train
And were takin' down all the bank
Will have money tonight
Sit by the fire tellin' whiskey fibs
Sippin' off a still in warstoryville
Flip the coin
Will ya live or will ya kill
Sippin' off a still in warstoryville
The glory in the stories of the west
50 men died last night
In a bar room brawl
A bordello wench got drunk
And caused it all
The Indians had their way,
War paint on there face
A cowboy crawled and put the chief away

Here lies the dead outlaws
Who lived one of the gang
Made a deal with pinkerton jesse
Told frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot
In the back
As soon as he turned his head
The midwest wranglers of eighteen seventy six
Show down in front of saloons
With billy the kid
We gotta go rob a train
And were takin' down all the bank
Will have money tonight
Sit by the fire tellin' whiskey fibs
Sippin' off a still in warstoryville
Flip the coin
Will ya live or will ya kill
Sippin' off a still in warstoryville
The glory in the stories of the west
50 men died last night
In a bar room brawl
A bordello wench got drunk
And caused it all
The Indians had their way,
War paint on there face
A cowboy crawled and put the chief away