I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run
Got myself a little goldmine to bank on
But one day my heart sank when I saw madame in town
I knew her love would be the death of mine

L'amour passait, l'amour obsolate
Pourquoi perdre sa vie chercher l'or d'un coeur?
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce dasert mystique
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars

Do me a favor while I'm hanging here
Take this gold and go and hide
"Ne gigote pas, chéri"
"Sur ta corde, pendu"
Don't worry, I'll be free in no time

She promised me she would be there when I'd return
She didn't say she'd have a whole army there as well
She whispered, "je t'aime, baby" as she fired that gun at me
"Mais je n'ai plus de temps"

I should've stayed way out yonder
Better off with the scorpions and snakes
Every act which has no heart will be found out in the end
Guess I'm a little late this time
'Cause her love would be the death of mine
Mine, all mine

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Writer(s): Joseph Burns