See the man with the scar?



He earns a whole lot'a money



You won't find no trace of gunpowder



On his hands





See this muse in a dress?



She's into guns 'n' honey



He leaves her feelin' used in her own armour



You can guess





Well, under the rain



Thunder is pain



You see her nakedness in her dreams of home



She was lost in love



Is it the painlessness that feeds her so?





See the man with the scar?



He means a whole lot'a money



The cash is soaked in race and a cruel wisdom





He was playing poker with well laid plans



He came from far away to claim his hand





Well color is shame



Under the rain



You see his nakedness in his dreams of hope



He was lost in blood



Is it the shamelessness that bleeds him so