Seven men are on a stage
They are all on the run
Running from the devil
And the father's only son
They go down to Adam's Avenue
An evening adventure
Their time was almost done
Of that I am sure
They were still on the run
With only a single gun
Not enough to save everyone
They were hardly having fun
The seven men rode on horses
They burned down the streets
Against the world's most deadly forces
They tried to retreat
They were cornered at the burning bush
And hung up at the cross
The man with the gun flourishes
As they get ready to take a loss
Guns were shot in the air
They all got down to say a prayer
Smoke was in the atmosphere
There was terror everywhere
If only they had seen tomorrow
Instead of heavens pearly gates
They just may have been
The devil's perfect dates