The end is near. Dead man's walking
Over the hills, vultures hovering
Circling their feast, because they know
The hunter won't fail sending his prey to hell
Once upon a time in the far west
There was a man called Mr. Mercenary
Bloodstains splattered on his duster
Torn cowboy hat shadows his eyes
Silhouette takes shape on the horizon
With something held in his hand
One burlap sack dripping life behind
He'll set you straight on route 66
Extermination, a crux! He'll bring your head if you're wanted
Reason, your cursed name at the bottom of the list
Mission has to be done
His music will still go on
This world has no parole
Justice has to be shown
1st mission, a little ear souvenir
2nd mission, he reaped and cooked their tongues
before sowing their lips not to hear their moaning screams
Mr. Mercenary demonic scales are carried along the desert wind
Can you hear these notes playing again announcing his very soon return?
EVENT HORIZON
Smelling raw meat, watch dogs are barking
Armed sentinel kid at the tower
Looks down and shout "collector is back"
Rumors travel about a new contract
Con's head drops and rolls on the sheriff's desk
Who dares asking "where is the rest?"
Furious but scared he opens the safe and swears
"God Damn it! I can't just hang a head Mr."
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