I got a pocket full of bones On my neck, the sign of Cain I have comeâ hereâ for no pardon Onâ the coldest day in hell Like aâ jackal on the run
IÂŽm a renegade unchained Branded with the devilÂŽs mark On the coldest day in hell
Bear to witness saving light You have all received me well I have come here for no mercy On the coldest day in hell
Now itÂŽs time I drift away Take my ride across thĐ” night To the place wherĐ” Gabriel fell On the coldest day in hell Got my pistols loaded up Down the barrel of a gun In the heart of man, I dwell On the coldest day in hell
Oh, I refuse to submit I came here to make my name Jesus weeps, the righteous pray When I start to play my game Now youÂŽre all under my spell On the coldest day in hell
I got a pocket full of bones On my neck, the sign of Cain I have come here for no pardon On the coldest day in hell
Oh, how I refuse to submit I came here to make my name Jesus weeps, the righteous pray When I start to play my game Now youÂŽre all under my spell On the coldest day in hell