Hanging heads Like setting suns For some won't rise again Full moon appears Brave men run The silence could wake the dead In your darkest fears In your darkest times Never lay down your guns They'll be bad blood They'll be lines drawn in the sand Hang 'em at high noon And let God sort out the rest Even angels Are just taking what they can Yeah we're riding into no man's land Yeah we're riding into no man's land ♪ Desperate men In desperate times Born with a noose around your neck Oh you're just raising hell You raise your iron Widow maker six feet in the sand Oh, in your darkest fears In your darkest times Never lay down your guns They'll be bad blood They'll be lines drawn in the sand Hang 'em at high noon And let God sort out the rest Even angels Are just taking what they can Yeah we're riding into no man's land Yeah we're riding into no man's land ♪ They'll be bad blood They'll be lines drawn in the sand Hang 'em at high noon And let god sort out the rest Even angels Are just taking what they can Yeah we're riding into no man's land Yeah we're riding into no man's land