Bandito from This Stop by The Unholy Racket

BANDITO:

Jose was known by those amongst him,
to be a treacherous man.
With the taste of a drink in the space of a blink,
You’d feel the weight of his calloused hand.
Hombre, Jose, weekend bandito
Monday to Friday, he lived incognito

Saturday his pistola sings,
a sea of blood greets the sand
Sunday church bells do ring
To the rhythm of Jose’s hand
Hombre, Jose, fulltime bandito
Monday to Friday no longer incognito
There was trouble were ever he goes


Then finally the day when Jose did pay,
For the web of deceit he had spun.
After soaking his soul with the devils below,
a life by the smoking gun.

Jose was known by those amongst him,
to be a treacherous man.
With the impact of lead in the back of his head,
His blood now greets the sand.
Hombre, Jose, meet the badest Gringo.
Five shots and his body dropped,
Way down below,
Way down, way down, way down below.

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