When he was a young boy
He was sleeping in his bed
A group of men´s beside him
Killed his mommy and his dad
He saw his daddy dying
His mother on the floor
He starts to cryin
And it was never like before
Now he is a young man
Full of anger full of hate
They call him Pistolero
Because no one knows his name
He is an ice cold killer
No one has seen his face
He is like a shadow
He don’t gives a grace
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Can you hear the whistle?
the whistle through the land
you know it’s pistolero
he brings you your end
he whistles a melody
that´s creeping down your spine
when you hear the melody
you hear it the last time
you know that he is coming
you know he comes for you
he is pistolero
there is nothing you could do
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the melody is sweet
the melody means pain
once its in your head
it drives you insane
you know that he is coming
you know he comes for you
he is pistolero
there is nothing you can do
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