It was rainin' in heaven when you went down You were better than the best Stayed a notch above the rest It was rainin' in heaven when you went down
Your mother cried, said she told you so But you touched the devil and couldn't let go (yeah) No one controls the outlaw
You wrote the story with the movie in mind An angel face with a criminal side Celebraed as the rebel kind The outlaw
I wonder if you knew They would turn your bad deeds into good Paint you as a modern robinhood
It's high noon Everywhere you go And the guilt you feel is the weary soul (yeah) Of the outlaw
Hearts weren't made to be ruled And rules weren't made to be broken It's cold and lonely at the end of your life And nobody sleeps `til they turn out the lights For the outlaw
Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide It's cold and lonely for the outlaw Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide As the outlaw
From the album tropico Written by: niel geraldo & myron grombacher
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