No Man's Land Lyrics

Hanging heads
Like setting suns
For some won't rise again
Full moon appears
Brave men run
The silence could wake the dead

In your darkest fears
In your darkest times
Never lay down your guns

They'll be bad blood
They'll be lines drawn in the sand
Hang 'em at high noon
And let god sort out the rest
Even angels
Are just taking what they can
Ya we're riding into no mans land
Ya we're riding into no mans land

Desperate men
In desperate times
Born with a noose around your neck
Oh you're just raising hell
You raise your iron
Widow maker six feet in the sand In your darkest fears
In your darkest times
Never lay down your guns

They'll be bad blood
They'll be lines drawn in the sand
Hang 'em at high noon
And let god sort out the rest
Even angels
Are just taking what they can
Ya we're riding into no mans' land
Ya we're riding into no mans' land

They'll be bad blood
They'll be lines drawn in the sand
Hang 'em at high noon
And let god sort out the rest
Even angels
Are just taking what they can
Ya we're riding into no mans' land
Ya we're riding into no mans' land

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