Western movies      The riders ride, into the night   Into the West, to see who's gun's the best   They're all fools, to live by rules      The rider wearing black   You know he's gonna shoot you in the back      The horseman turns, the wound that burns   The awful pain, the crimson rain   You got to realize, before he dies      The rider wearing black   Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back      It's suicide, to live on pride   You claim you own, your skin and bone   Your own life, cuts you like a knife      The rider wearing black   Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back      In the Western movies