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Nothin’s easy

when you’re

feelin’ queasy.

Nothin’s fun

when you’re

on the run.

people are scared

with you’re

blue hair.

you got you’re gun

and now it’s done.

Just pull the trigger

and watch it flash

before your eyes.

Give it a squeeze

and watch him

crumple to his knees.

It doesn’t matter

anymore.

When he’s

sinking to the floor.

Nothin’s hard

with you’re

own petard.

Everything’s fun

when you

got a gun.

They’re still scared

of your

red hair.

But the nightmare

is over

before it begun.