Rolling down the river with my
boots in my hands
got a six shooter on my hip
I'm the fastest draw in the land
Got the sun beatin' on my back
Sweatin' beads on my brow
I'm headin' out west, oh yes, I'm huntin' you down
The moon peaks his head to
see what's about
The river runs dry and
The Phantom is out
Phantom Cyclist
Rollin' down the road
Phantom Cyclist
I'm in my killin' mode
Phantom Cyclist
Time to lock and load
Phantom Cyclist
Strolled into the tavern at the
Top of the day
I'm thirstin' for some whiskey
Boys get out of my way
Inward walks a stranger, smile as
Dark as the night
He did not ride a horse
He rode a shiny new bike
Chill marks his entry and his
Look is of ice
The bartender pours his drink
Without thinking twice
Phantom Cyclist
Rollin' down the road
Phantom Cyclist
I'm in my killin' mode
Phantom Cyclist
Time to lock and load
Phantom Cyclist
The land was deserted in the streets of the town
The Phantom strode up, no he wouldn't back down
So I walked up to meet him, his hat, tipped to see
When I looked on the Phantom, he was, he was looking straight at me
His hand found his pistol, that's my signal to start
But when I shot the Phantom, I felt a, I felt a stab straight through my heart
You can rev up your engine but you don't scare me
You can rev up your engine but you don't scare me
