| Song | Faster Than You'll Ever Live to Be |
| Artist | Exodus |
| Album | Pleasures Of The Flesh |
| 作词 : Exodus | |
| (Exodus)Rode up on my steed, dirty and mean | |
| My eyes filled with intent to kill | |
| Came in with the dust, a look of disgust | |
| The sting of the whip's burning still | |
| A crowd of young punks, all getting drunk | |
| Think they are fast as can be | |
| But what they don't, my guns will show | |
| I'm faster than they'll ever be(sub-chorus) | |
| Sweat pouring out of my face | |
| So many years that | |
| I've had to wait | |
| Now when you're ready to draw | |
| Sound of my gun, you're gone!(chorus) | |
| Drifting around | |
| From high plains to town | |
| The trail of death leads to me | |
| The speed of the hand | |
| Is faster than you'll ever live to be | |
| With fire in my eye, | |
| I'll make hot lead fly | |
| No one's a match for me | |
| I'll blow your head off and make sure you're dead | |
| Then pillage on your family | |
| The scars on my back bring memories back | |
| Of hell in a younger year | |
| I'll hunt out the best and lay them to rest | |
| I am the west's worst fear!(sub-chorus) | |
| You run but you're too slow | |
| You're all out of breath and there's nowhere to go | |
| Now when it's your time to die | |
| No one will hear your cry!(repeat chorus) |
| zuò cí : Exodus | |
| Exodus Rode up on my steed, dirty and mean | |
| My eyes filled with intent to kill | |
| Came in with the dust, a look of disgust | |
| The sting of the whip' s burning still | |
| A crowd of young punks, all getting drunk | |
| Think they are fast as can be | |
| But what they don' t, my guns will show | |
| I' m faster than they' ll ever be subchorus | |
| Sweat pouring out of my face | |
| So many years that | |
| I' ve had to wait | |
| Now when you' re ready to draw | |
| Sound of my gun, you' re gone! chorus | |
| Drifting around | |
| From high plains to town | |
| The trail of death leads to me | |
| The speed of the hand | |
| Is faster than you' ll ever live to be | |
| With fire in my eye, | |
| I' ll make hot lead fly | |
| No one' s a match for me | |
| I' ll blow your head off and make sure you' re dead | |
| Then pillage on your family | |
| The scars on my back bring memories back | |
| Of hell in a younger year | |
| I' ll hunt out the best and lay them to rest | |
| I am the west' s worst fear! subchorus | |
| You run but you' re too slow | |
| You' re all out of breath and there' s nowhere to go | |
| Now when it' s your time to die | |
| No one will hear your cry! repeat chorus |