Sergio Leone Built My Hot Rod - General Lee

I’ve grown tired of counting our odds

Faded promises of better days

All of the prayers that plunge into blood instead of stay silent

We lose so much and we bleed so much

So knives out, Everybody!

Knives Out

So knives out, Everybody!

Knives Out

Life become the queen of grief

Alarm tear the silence apart

Marching through the fog and the fire

All love is lost, all love is lost and buried

The last battle is on these roads

Back to the western ways

Sergio leone built my hotrod

So knives out, Everybody!

Knives Out

So knives out, Everybody!

Knives Out