Ten rode out only the drifter returned
Some lessons in life better left unlearned
It seems at times the only way you can cope
Is to run out your life at the end of a rope
Cuz these Sons A Bitches is back from their graves
So why aren't you running from this pack of wild braves
Hope all it takes is a bullet in the head
Cuz these sons a bitches is already dead

A torn savage heart will run the ground red
Yo'll never again be safe in your bed
Your husbands, sons, and brothers paid the price
Now you're compelled by the power of christ
Chorus