Written By: name - Kevin Copenhaver
email - dirtyhippy@barefooted.com
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The Disgruntled GunSlinger

A bang! a flash!
a nearby crash
as he pummeled down into the dusty street

a sudden cry
asking God why
he couldnt draw faster, he might not've been beat

his wife soon ran over
picked up the revolver
searched through his vest pockets so she could reload

as she pulled back the trigger
her pupils got bigger
such a pity to watch her pretty face explode

But thats how life is when you live in the west
back in the day of eighteen o' five
We battle our battles and hope for the best
if yer lucky, you might leave here alive

we walk in the bank, we pull close the shutters
the bank teller knows, he nervously stutters
he opens the vault, stuffs bags full of cash,
"I hope the sherif hangs your bastard ass!"

An evil smile,
I stare for a while
I pull out my pistol, his boldness subsides

He bursts out crying
too young to be dying
but this time he's fucked with the wrong gang of guys

"the sherif wont know!
I'll just let you go!
Dont kill us, have mercy, please spare us our lives"

I never have listened
oh how their eyes glistened
as tears festured up in their innocent eyes

The women,
the children,
the men all the same
get killed when they try to play our little game

the hate
we create
but death is your fate
when you fuck with me, you will all die the same

We get drunk and play cards till the whole night is past
Then pay some fine whores for a nice piece of ass
she says have your way with me, so I have me some fun
tied down to the matress, she knows she cant run

I do what i please, she whimpers descretely
with a sheet in her mouth, she's muted completely
no one can here her tormented cry
the perfect conditions for her to die

Murder's Amusing
beating, abusing
I live off the pain I see in your heart

a turn for the worst
quinces my sadist thirst
No one can stop my deadly onslaught

i laugh and decide
its your turn to die
your the lucky 100th knotch on my belt

I pull back the trigger
MY pupils get bigger
I'm feeling a feeling I never have felt

Your knife sink deep within my chest
I draw in a few painful last breaths
I'm bleeding cold blood, and I cry out "WHY?!?!
I WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO DIE!..."

A sickening laughter
the demons all gather
I look up at satan as he spreads his wings

"you thought it was fun?
well my fun's just begun
and I can torture you with far more horrible things"

I look all around
and solemnly frown
to see none of my victims are trapped in this place

I guess I deserve it
But damn it was worth it
to see the look on everyone's dying face...