Showdown

Black light hanging over day-glow
Juke box blasting over pinball skills
Quarters own the thrills
Down at Dino's Bar and Grill

Moondog splits with Skid's old lady
Revved his fox-tail Harley, scored some pills
Turns life onto wheels
Late tonight the blood will spill

It's gonna be a showdown
The edge of town
The cycles roar the battle sounds
Too late to turn around
The showdown on the killing ground

Switchblade no match for a chain link
Razor boots kick up the bloody sand
The Moondog takes a stand
His gun still shaking in his hands

Bodies twisted in a death dance
One shot tears through Skid's patch vested suede
The street's a lonely grave
Tonight the Moondog walks away

It's gonna be a showdown
The edge of town
The cycles roll them out of town
Too late to turn around
The showdown on the healing ground

They got your name on the bullets
They got your life on the line
Quick-triggered tempers not afraid to pull it
Dead in his sights
You're just a moving target

Oh it's gonna be a showdown
The edge of town
The cycles roll them out of town
And it's too late to turn around
The showdown on the healing ground

It's gonna be a
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It's gonna be a
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It's gonna be a showdown
(Showdown)
It's gonna be a showdown
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The edge of town
Get ready for the
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