Why

Because I said so that's why Because this is the old west Because there's gold in them thar hills There's graves that need to be dug Someone has to take charge There are two kinds of people in the world People with guns and people with shovels A cigar moves from side to side in the mouth To a smirk with gleaming teeth Pick up your shovel from the dirt Dig! The moral to our story is; feed your gun bullets every day. Fill people full of lead. Don't ask stupid questions. You might end up excavating or better still....dead.