Shotgun

I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 I am a traveler on this land
 And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands
 I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 I am a wanderer on these sands
 And I got down on my knees and folded my hands
 And on the great wings of a great bird
 I was carried to a temple
 Where I heard the word
 Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
 Panic in the street, testing one two three
 Simple is the song, sing to carry on
 Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
 I am nobody, nobody is who I am
 Through the red sky on the crow's wing I stand
 And now to the radiant sun I surrender myself again
 Then higher through the fire and to Orion with the raven
 I look into the eyes
 Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
 Panic in the street, testing one two three
 Simple is the song, sing to carry on
 Dead man on the run
 Dead man on the run, him and his shotgun
 Panic in the street, testing one two three
 Simple is the song, sing to carry on