Where is the low trick in our world When we see both families against each other Someone makes a bet, someone complains But none say his real name. That man before our eyes Has the face of your friends But he’s a stranger gunman. Hide out man with no name You will always love him and die for him You can make it for faith and you can’t see He makes it for a fistful dollars And they will capture and torture him But in the end the stranger will escape And they’ll set afire themselves. Hide out man with no name