6-Shooter

Walk on down, match your stair
Whip out the pair
Watch the blood fly
You'll be the first one to die

Shotguns, Shamans, Revolver weilders, nothing more than lies
Aiming between the eyes
Don't stop shooting till your out or you die

Push the doors to the saloon
Cold gaze at the moon
This ain't right but no matter
One shot, your body splatters

Walk into another town
Not a single frown
Down the road another hater
But I'll save that one for later

The sun goes down and we meet eyes
I've got 6 reasons for you to die
Instincts screaming kill sinner
Count to 10, turn and one through the heart, makes you the wolves dinner

Walk onto the empty plain
Scoartching sun driving you insane
Gallop faster toward the prey
Skies go black, hearts go grey

Take nothing from nobody and cut you to the bones
Watch the red come out in fury as you scream and grown
Ride into the sunset now
Don't question why or how

Trusting nothing and knowing no one
Living off of death bullets and this gun
You might think this life gets old
But obviously you've never been told
Life like this never lets you grow cold