Trouble In El Paso There's trouble in El Paso, what a tragedy, all come through! Three bastardos killed the chief, town's in ruins black & blue. The villagers all scream, run and close up all their shops. The trio laugh, ransack the town because there are no cops. "There must be something we can do?" , the villagers said angrily. "Those bastardos can be beaten, come on there's only three." Some hid, some prayed, some ready with their guns. Some fathers wanted pride and brought with them their sons. With five on rooves, four on horse and ten scattered around They sneaked towards them, within seconds a masacre was to be found. Blood drips everywhere, the silence in the air. People standing injured with the three banditos laying there. There's trouble in El Paso, what a sight all come stare! The three bastardos dead, doubt that anyone would care.