Strong as he can be, lived like no one ever did,
And the cowboys called him Maybelline.
The legend smelt gasoline
Mark's alive in their zombie dreams,
He was guide by a silver horse,
And the cowboys called him Maybelline.
He was red, he was fast,
He was mad, he was bless,
He was a shade, he was stoned,
He was fated, now he's gone.
Down on the road, beats his big heart,
Everyone knows, they can't take him apart