Dirty old street, dust on the feet of the temperance congregation
Hidden from view, Bobby Thornton's crew are waiting for the Wild Bunch
The hands on the clock nearly fell off in shock
When the wild bunch checked into the bank the teller's hands shook
He's too scared to look at the stain permeating his pants
Wild Bunch, ain't your rank 'n' file bunch, but they can lead you astray
Wild Bunch, slay 'em in the aisles bunch, they kinda like it that way
Out on the road, Thornton's posse in tow
Pike yells "there's nothing but junk!"
There ain't any gold, just washers full of holes
They stitched up the wild bunch
Left tumbleweed land, crossed the Rio Grande, bounty bums following us
Meeting a man, blood all on his hands, beggars can't be choosers
Mapache's a dude with a crude attitude 'bout the Mexican revolution
His arsenal's low, so we gotta go rob a train 'n' get him some
Wild Bunch, what a juvenile bunch, penny dreadfuls gone to their heads
Wild Bunch, goin' outta style bunch, you don't mess with no feds
The passengers wept at the scale of the theft, there was gold, ammunition 'n' guns
But one little crate sealed everybody's fate 'n' put paid to the wild bunch
Hidden from view, Bobby Thornton's crew are waiting for the Wild Bunch
The hands on the clock nearly fell off in shock
When the wild bunch checked into the bank the teller's hands shook
He's too scared to look at the stain permeating his pants
Wild Bunch, ain't your rank 'n' file bunch, but they can lead you astray
Wild Bunch, slay 'em in the aisles bunch, they kinda like it that way
Out on the road, Thornton's posse in tow
Pike yells "there's nothing but junk!"
There ain't any gold, just washers full of holes
They stitched up the wild bunch
Left tumbleweed land, crossed the Rio Grande, bounty bums following us
Meeting a man, blood all on his hands, beggars can't be choosers
Mapache's a dude with a crude attitude 'bout the Mexican revolution
His arsenal's low, so we gotta go rob a train 'n' get him some
Wild Bunch, what a juvenile bunch, penny dreadfuls gone to their heads
Wild Bunch, goin' outta style bunch, you don't mess with no feds
The passengers wept at the scale of the theft, there was gold, ammunition 'n' guns
But one little crate sealed everybody's fate 'n' put paid to the wild bunch
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