The sun is burning, her mother's drying Always and always and always I'm passing by I'm passing by The desert is calling her by her name She's feeling sick She's going insane She's going insane She's waiting for the snakes With her golden gun Waiting for the snakes to come Oh, won't they come? The golden bullets in her golden gun Are hardened in her very own blood One by one One by one Every single part of her is ready to kill The day has come to pay the bill And it's a bloody bill! She's waiting for the snakes With her golden gun She's waiting for the snakes to come Oh, won't they come?