They're all fools, to live by rules
Your own life, cuts you like a knife
The awful pain, the crimson rain
It's suicide, to live on pride
The rider wearing black
The riders ride, into the night
Into the West, to see who's gun's the best
The rider wearing black
You claim you own, your skin and bone
Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back
Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back
You know he's gonna shoot you in the back
You got to realize, before he dies
The horseman turns, the wound that burns
The rider wearing black