Hand - Color Theory

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

With two pair eights and aces

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

Misfortune through the ages

The gunfighter

The gunfighter

The gunfighter

An Old West tragic hero

Shot in cold blood (remember)

Shot in cold blood (remember)

Shot in cold blood (remember)

That very hand foreshadowed

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Holdin' the dead man’s hand in black

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Tying the damsel to the railroad tracks

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

For soon you’ll be forgotten

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

Ill-fated slave to caution

Your number’s up

Your number’s up

Your number’s up

An end to your sob story

Your skin is flushed (on fire)

Your skin is flushed (on fire)

Your skin is flushed (on fire)

A crowning blaze of glory

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Holdin' the dead man’s hand in black

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Destined to take a bullet in the back

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

Do what you don’t do what you do

And sleep with one eye open

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

I see you don’t see what I see

Your ultimate destruction

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Holdin' the dead man’s hand in black

Holdin' the dead man’s hand

Listen and you can almost hear the crack