| Well I had to have been programmed
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| For anything but this
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| And to be honest you weren’t a mark I’d aim to miss
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| With your ten gallon hat and the spurs on your shoes
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| It’s everything in me that wants to kill you
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| So lay me down, I’ll smoke you out
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| You won’t make a sound, I’ll find you without
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| It was a mad man
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| Who put this in my head
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| A virus that makes me want all cowboys dead
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| With this gun on my arm and this look in my eye
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| Bitch you better know that it’s time to die
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| Lay me down, I’ll smoke you out
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| You won’t make a sound, I’ll find you without
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| Lay me down, I’ll smoke you out
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| I’ll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
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| I’m gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead
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| I’ll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons
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| I’m gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead |