The stars were out, the wind was blowin',
Stabbed that Soc, his blood was flowin',
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh)
Ran away with a gun from Dally,
Gone five days, we kept a tally,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh)
I'm never gonna not stab, whoa,
I'll never give myself up, no–
But maybe Pony…
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh,
This's gotta be the best blade for my knife,
My kni-i-i-i-i-ife,
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh,
Be a fugitive for the rest of my whole life,
My li-i-i-i-i-ife
By now we're sick of baloney,
Should've gotten some salami,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh)
And then somehow the church burned down,
And I got hurt, brought back to town,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh, o-o-o-oh)
I wonder if I'll walk again, whoa,
Boy the gang is gonna miss me then, oh,
Nothing gold can stay…
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh
This's gotta be the best blade for my knife,
My kni-i-i-i-i-ife,
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh
In a wheelchair for the rest of my whole life,
My li-i-i-i-i-ife
I hear the rumble outside my window,
I feel it in my soul (soul)
Sixteen years ain't long enough,
Now I don't feel so tuff,
I say "Pony, stay gold," (gold)
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh
This's gotta be the best blade for my knife,
My kni-i-i-i-i-ife,
Ooh, o-o-o-oh, ooh
This is the last part of my life,
My li-i-i-i-i-i–
