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.
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Look to the east
and expect to greet
a rising sun.
Look to the west
and expect to forget
what is keeping you alive.
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