No Man's Land - Harem Scarem

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

Ya we’re riding into no mans land

Ya we’re riding into no mans 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

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

Ya we’re riding into no mans' land

Ya we’re riding into no mans' 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

Ya we’re riding into no mans' land

Ya we’re riding into no mans' land