Country Diablos...

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Ayo...

High plains drifter, with six shooters & a blood colored sash
Eyes remain fixed without a quiver as slugs hover past
Wind swept lined roads witnessin' vignettes of dyin' souls
Brutally executed in firin' squads with cigarettes & blindfolds
A murderin' menace, never burdened with penance
Filled with a death wish & remnants of bourbon I've finished
Once conspired for the type of life that some admire
Not a gun for hire, rather righteous like in the sun retired
Somewhere on a ranch raisin' livestock with chicken feed
Maybe rescue a chick in need, together raise up a gifted seed
A wish indeed, from a sinner on a course of profound wrong
'Cause in reality, I'd fuck you & the horse you rode into town on
No sight of good in this leader of a thousand hired hoods
Burnin' towns to the ground, usin' housin' as firewood
Breathin' an air of arrogance, with a rifle, a Terrorist
Pillagin' villages, takin' the 'the' out of Psychotherapist
Then harrow hits news of a new Sheriff in town
Hope he's fast on the draw 'cause if not, that's a perilous crown
No civilized talks just shots provokin' violence
Instead of pennies for thoughts, usin' pennies to cover up eyelids
Roamin' rollin' plains, bathed in the suns glowin' tint
Face provided shade under the shadow of a beard growin' in
Back in the saddle, the stranger with a smoulderin' voice
Sippin' insecticide from infected hives, my poison of choice
Drinkin' non stop until I vomit, needin' a pale or I'll drop
An alcoholic physician, I'll nurse whatever ale that you got
Death is certain & certainly for sale while demand is high
Wish I could stop it but with this bondage fetish my hands are tied.[