My gun is loaded It's gettin time Two shots of whiskey I'm takin' what's mine ain't what you're sayin it's what you do Your time has come boy I'm gunnin for you
When hell is rainin down You'll see my face, won't hear a sound You'll feel that bullet burnin through Take your last breath boy I'm gunnin for you
Revenge is a dish best served cold. A six-shooter to the face also helps