How we die of pride

 And the preacher said he had been a good man

And his mother said he had nothing to hide

But what no one could understand

was how he could have died of pride

Yes we all have known the badlands

We know they have secrets to hide

And even the city fathers and the lawman

They both died of pride

Well she lived in seedy districts

Where flowers rarely bloomed

And she held a candle to the instincts

That was how her bust just boomed

But even that was as a cola can

She kicked down the city street side

But it wasn't enough to keep her man

That was how she died of pride

Well they went to the village

Where the lions slept

And they held out their baskets of fruit to accept

But it was no use, there were no Pets

And so they died of pride