Degree of Murder - Hacıenda

Woman, don’t you know what you do

Just only act

Left in the debt of what I should do

Woman, you’re wicked and cruel

A kind evil lip

Strange words you do hear in the ears of a fool

Pistol, sticks to my hand

Deafening crack, tears shine the

Cause they can’t prove it’s you

Woman, what have I done

To quit my hand

The life of your man for a moment with you