It's Pretty Hard To Beat The King

Go tell this town I’ve built them all their coffins
As for this face, best to be forgotten
«Baby, baby, I’ve got a reason to leave
But I’m not going far
Baby, baby, c’mon, I’m begging you, please
I’m not the one in chains»
«They call me Jesse James and I own the night life
I drift from town to town across the nation
Praise the Lord, lock and load, boys
We go down, we go down, we go down together»
Your gun’s firing blanks
No way out
Go tell this town I’ve built them all their coffins
As for this face, best to be forgotten
Hell’s on its way, no one’s gonna stop it
I wear the suit, no one’s gonna top me