Lyrics:

Thirty-third degree
On the corner of Quit Street and Temptation Avenue
On the road to redemption
Outside of heaven
Pride can be dangerous, and you knew
Method of execution, length of duration
At what cost

Forgiveness is a six-gun
Teach me how to shoot
The truth is like a moving target
Forgiveness is a six-gun

The streets, from the start,
Have been filled with doubt
And they are set free
You needed someone to carry you
Fighting and counting the days
The error of your ways
Method of execution, length of duration
At what cost

In cold blood
Dressed in black
Tombstones and tumbleweeds
Left the dead behind
Watched 'em falling
Let Smith Wesson do the motherfucking talking

Dust in my eyes
Dust in the streets
Shotguns and broken dreams
Now we left the dead behind
Watched 'em falling
Let Smith Wesson do the motherfucking talking, now

There is no forgiveness