We come through like the old west Putting bullets in your chest laid you Down in the dirt you never got the chance To clear leather now you staring lifeless at The weather with hole In your Stetson you died Quick and hard a lone varmit pulled your Card because you thought you was hard because you smoked an old man now they found you face down in a garbage can with your boots in air and that lead bullet that parted your hair the whole town stared as Your goofy ass gets gunned down then you’re Crew got ran down on and then got sent to Jesus with your shirt cheesed up like Swiss So many holes you can’t miss so now it’s rest in piss.