Lyrics:
The Duane Peters Gunfight Gunfighter

woman for killed his motherfuckin' whore what goods a woman for grave at thirteen's worth more gonna be a gunfighter tonight gonna be a gunfighter tonight gunfighter, gunfighter, gunfighter gunfighter

You! sow in the mud, a Human container till the end of the World You! cow in the grass, eat all you can, till the end of the world! Useless eaters Dead

The sun set many moons have past and we killed a lot of men i rode that horse till she couldn't move we lived without amends i kept my word as the town

Poor little emo life isn't fare you need a lotta tender loving care ink on yer knuckles, say hard luck ain't you the baby with a trust fund got you a