Stranger with a shovel in his hand Empty look, he stares at each one They'll be face down in the sand One by one, he's sending them to Hell Shoots them full of holes Instead of dragging them to jail He's the son of a bitch that you were looking for Six-shooter hanging from his side Now it's time to decide Six ways to die Now it's time to decide Six ways to die Now it's time to decide Six ways to die Now it's time to decide Six ways to die