Cold dead hand

Some folks ride like the wind With the whispering pines to guide them And the burning light inside them Keeps them warm in the snow Others fear the sounds they hear Make bandito's out of mole-hills Fill their hearts with porcupine quills They're dead and buried long before they go Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand The angels wouldn't take him up to heaven like he planned Cause they couldn't pry that gun from his cold dead hand It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure With your cold dead aim you're trying to prove your dick is bigger But we know your chariot may not be swinging low Cold dead hand - cold dead hand Cold dead hand - cold dead hand You're a big big man with an little bitty gland So you need something bigger just to fill Your cold dead hand Imagine if the lord were here And he knew what you've been thinkin' Would his sacred heart be sinkin' Into the canyon of dismay And on the ones who sell the guns He'd signal vultures and coyotes Only the devil's true devotees Could profiteer from pain and fear Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand His immortal soul my lay forever in the sand The angels wouldn't take him up to heaven like he planned Cause they couldn't pry that gun from his cold dead hand It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger It takes a cold dead heart and as near as I can figure With your cold dead aim you're trying to prove your junk is bigger But we know your chariot may not be swinging low Cold dead hand - cold dead hand Cold dead hand - cold dead hand Cold dead hand - cold dead hand You're a big big man with an little bitty gland So you need something bigger with a hair-pin trigger You don't want to get caught with your trousers down When the psycho killer comes around So you make your home like a thunderdome And you're always packin' everywhere you roam But the psycho's win no matter what you do Cause they're gonna buy way more guns than you And while you're stumbling out of bed They put five rounds in the back of your head Or you get depressed cause the money runs out Then you put your own shotgun in your mouth And your kids walk in and they find you there Like a headless stump in your underwear And they move the gun and it kills them too And your wife just doesn't know what to do But she takes a hand grenade from her shoe And she pulls the pin... And it's all on you And your cold dead hand