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–