| Polish my boots, make 'em shine
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| Deathskull valley, about a quarter to nine
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| With a doeskin jacket on the back of my horse
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| Feeling so vain, got no remorse
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| I 'm no loser, I take no shit
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| I 'll hunt you back, to your stinky rat pit
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| I 'm so raw, so fucking helluva mean
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| So save your prayers, cause I 'm a war-machine
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| Ch 1. You see me I 'll be coming down on you
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| Like a razor from above
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| I 'll crush you like a fly on the wall
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| You don’t have a chance to confess
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| Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
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| Gun in hand, time to ride
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| Whiskey in my bag and my heart full of pride
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| I 'm the outlaw freak, the mighty preacher man
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| My word is crazy law, in cowboys wasted land
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| Like a desert wind, you know I 'll soon be gone
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| The only thing left is a yelling alarm
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| All you bitches and all you whores
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| I 'll carve you up, to get the highest scores
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| Ch 2. You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
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| With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
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| I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
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| Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger
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| I make you burn, I 'll make you dance
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| One more time, just give me a chance
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| I crush your bones, I 'll crush your head
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| Makes you wonder, if you’re a living dead
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| You see me with my dagger in hand, so die
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| With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised
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| I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste
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| Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger |