I see invaders comin'. Runnin' over the hill. No time to sound a warning. The night is still. Hide away the parents. The band is on. Smoke is slowly rising.
Whee hee hee hee. . Desperado, can't help it, I just can't let it ride. Wanted dead or alive. Desperado, gunsmoke makes me strive. Bogus way of life. .