Six Gun

Outlaw
Walking down the wrong path
Letting the world feel my wraith 
Wasting my time  looking in the past
Each day I think is my last
Six guns a blazing
Their eyes are glazing.
Battle worn 
Bullet torn
Fighting my way to hell
Since from the light I fell
The future to me is lost
In the end I will pay all cost
Six guns a blazing
Till my eyes start glazing
Battle worn and bullet torn 
Looking to escape the past
But my six gun was too fast
Now I'm hunted like a wolf on the prowl
My war cry i howl
 my six guns go to blazing even as my eyes are glazing
Battle worn
Bullet torn.
Knew it was my last fight
And slowly faded the light
On my way to hell
But I already know it so well
No more six guns a blazing 
My eyes are done glazing
Cause I'm battle worn
Bullet torn
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