SilenceIn the steps of no-man's landCamp fire, the smell of prairiewindMen surround the blazeDrink booze recall the day'Til a strangers voice rings out to praythe sin"The man who pulls his gun'd be deadbefore he moves the trigger"Scared to death no one daredto breatheBilly took their moneyBurst into ringing laughterStole a horse and left the shatteredsceneBilly theKidbeastof prey that won't be tamedBilly theKidlovedthe thrill of deadly gamesWantedFor the men he'd killed in vainA thousand dollars cash on Billy's headHunted by a starFor the lives he'd left in painAnd the day they met the outlaw lost the gameThe marshal held his gun Aimed at Billy's head with laughterBut the youngster was to proud for given' inBilly felt no pain But he was shot,the law was fasterFalling to his knees he hit the trailKida young-ster and his deadly guna lone-ly hero on therunThe killing and the blood for golden dreamsA senseless warAn endless fight the youngster couldn't winA hundred times before he'd diedHe knocked on heaven's door'Til his maker opened up to lead him in.on the ruun