Corona & Lime
The bar was caked in dust, a relic of a passing age
Sunlight peered through grimy windows in a blast of rays
And illuminated the scenery in a tapestry of memories
Light played on the piano and it's bullet-ridden keys
It was the last place, they said, the Ridley brothers stood
In a shoot-out with the sheriff and his extended brotherhood
The swizz cheese walls tell a story of true determination
Of yesteryear Robin Hood's and their boozy altercation
They had 6 bank's, 4 trains and 5 liquors store's to their name
Chased across a dozen states; an endless war or a game?
Their enemy's were in sight now, chasing their dusty trail
Visualising a noose after jail, no hope of a bail
They bully-footed to a liquor house, shooting the chandeliers
Screaming
"Everybody out!"
A last stand to last for years
But there was no chance for an exit, pursuers closed quickly
Opening up like artillery on the building so swiftly
Jebb, the piano player was the first to die
His back exploded outwards with an unearthly cry
Bob and Jess hit the windows with retaliatory action
But outnumbered 10 to 1 they could only kill a fraction
And in a gory fashion they saw the bar annihilated
Every soul sent Heavenwards as metal penatrated
Jess stifled a shriek as his brother fell, face obliterated
"Bobby!"
Of course, no response, death was clearly demonstrated
And it seemed the fire doubled, Jesse kissed the floorboards
He crawled passed the bodies of the clientele, bartender and poor whores
And in the hail, Jesse reported himself to the bar
A last request for alcohol before the shrapnel scars
A lone bottle of corona rested on odd shaped shelves
With an aged lime to squeeze like a spice from the Gods themselves
He took a sip, pure ambrosia, sweet as ever tasted
A last gasp of freedom for a man who never made it
Then glass shattered in his hand as a stray shot passed through it
Buried itself in his gut, his life at last ruined
Blood smeared his lips as he emptied the chambers
His gun clicked empty on the men he could blame this
A second shot hit his temple, he dropped to his knees
As if in worship, but a grave's now where he take his ease
And as the ballistics ceased, and the lawmen invaded
They found the bodies of the outlaw's in enough blood to bathe with
They saw the splinters of the bottle and were knowing, in time
That a dead man's last request was for corona and lime
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