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- Who doesn't love the gunpowder smell
R8 Revolver Collector
Far West, my home...
Don't judge me, marksman isn't a skill, marksman is an art.
A slow firerate gives more precision. R8 4ever
Adam Jensen - The Mystic
Got a head full of spiders
And a hat that isn't here
In a room full of lighters
All my demons reappear
Broken cigarettes and bullet holes,
One more to the chest and I'm alone,
Nothing gets me any higher, and nothing ever will.
Try to stay sober, try to stay clean, wake me when it's over like a bad dream, momma doesn't call, sister never writes, bet you they would laugh if I called and said goodbye, no ones gonna worry or notice when I'm gone, no they won't know I'm missing till they pull me out the mystic.
I bet nobody can remember what colour eyes are on my face, I'm a freak I'm a pretender, I never really had a place, broken cigarettes and bullet holes, one more to the chest till I'm alone, nothing gets me any higher and nothing ever will.
Try to stay sober, try to stay clean, wake me when it's over like a bad dream, momma doesn't call, sister never writes, bet you they would laugh if I called and said goodbye, no ones gonna worry or notice when I'm gone, no they won't know I'm missing till they pull me out the mystic.
Tell the preacher not to pray, there's no angels where I've gone, only pieces that are broken, scattered dreams across the floor, I'm home.
Try to stay sober, try to stay clean, wake me when it's over like a bad dream, momma doesn't call, sister never writes, bet you they would laugh if I called and said goodbye, no ones gonna worry or notice when I'm gone, no they won't know I'm missing till they pull me out the mystic.
(X2)
Call of Juarez:Gunslinger
O, Death
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am Death, none can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell
Whoa, Death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm Death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over another
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin' upon my soul
Oh, Death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh Death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
The old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me you know
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year
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