Texty: Hacienda (The). Other. Degree Of Murder.

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