Ennio Morricone
In this world there's the good the bad
and the ugly, just wanting a few dollars
more, thinking they are the untouchables,
as it was once upon a time in America,
on looking for the mission,as it was once
upon a time in the west, when Bugsy was
In the line of fire, the thing is the disclosure
of the mission to Mars, the hateful eight,
became the best offer for Ripple's game,
the ecstasy of gold were days in heaven,
So here's to you man with the harmonica,
he was the man with no name, the mercenary,
a time of destiny, end of the game, the big
gun down, just for a fistful of dollars, to enable
them to kill bill, the copkiller, Lolita, the lizard
In a woman's skin, hits right up your street,
thought death rides a horse, there's a great
silence, entering the last stop on the night train,
the sound of the cat of nine tails on Navajo joe,
and the bird with the crystal plumage, the
verdict, a gun for ringo, the outsider of the Sicilian
clan, so farewell to Cheyenne and chi mai, and
sorry for the transgression.
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