Another Barroom Brawl
Dawn cracks open
Two shitfaced cowboys
Draw in hammered hate
In the dustbowl town
Scorned by sober daylight's state
Cussin' through whiskey breath
Staggerin', ready to blast
Gonna settle this score with blood
A saga that'll forever last
Leather grips sweat-soaked
And slippery from their death clasp
Cold steel cocks back
A moment paused just
Long enough to gasp
They unload fury and lead
Spittin' bullets like venomous spit
Slugs tear through meat and bone
In mortal kombat
They're hell-bent to commit
First drunk bastard's chest erupts
A gory spray of life gone sour
His fuckin' heart explodes mid-beat
No time for final thoughts to scour
Collapsing hard into dirt
While his eyes fade out sickly dim
A trail of red painting agony
A fucked up bullet-riddled hymn
The other stands barely sobered
By adrenaline's cruel stab
Spins on heel 'round cascades
Of booze-blood bravado that flabs
Laughter curdles from deep within
At this grisly sight before dawn's raid
Another sunbaked corpse stretched out
Their dispute lethally allayed
Hellfires lit beneath boils
With satisfaction too dark to croon
This was no duel for dignity but
The Whiskey-Fueled Gunfight at High Noon
Legends born from shots poured
From barrels both liquid and lethal swoon
Left one man standing over ruins
Both emptied bottles and bodies marooned
With an air of deranged pride
He stood there feeling like a king
So, the last man's grinnin'
Blood all over him like a flood
Spent shells and broken glass
Layin' with him in the mud
He yells up to the sky
Thinkin' he's some kinda killin' god
While people stare at him an' the dead guy
Like they're both kinda odd
Folks come 'round real quick
To peep at what's gone down
Lookin' at dude lyin' there dead
On their dusty town ground
They'll haul him off to get buried
Where no one'll drop a tear or sob
Just another fool who got ended doin'
Some dangerous job
The winner limps away
Boots crunching over all that mess
Bullet casings and busted bottles
From a night that sure wasn't bless'd
Takes a swig from his bottle
Pourin' one out for the stiff now cold
One less gunslinger in this town
This story forever old
That's all she wrote for
The Whiskey Fueled Gunfight
At High Noon
Where hot lead did talk
And life got snuffed out too soon
The tale'll be told wherever booze is
Poured an' cowboys swoon
Such violent ends always
Seem to happen under
That burnin' sun cocoon
First drunk bastard's chest erupts
A gory spray of life gone sour
His fuckin' heart explodes mid-beat
No time for final thoughts to scour
Collapsing hard into dirt
While his eyes fade out sickly dim
A trail of red painting agony
A fucked up bullet-riddled hymn
The other stands barely sobered
By adrenaline's cruel stab
Spins on heel 'round cascades
Of booze-blood bravado that flabs
Laughter curdles from deep within
At this grisly sight before dawn's raid
Another sunbaked corpse stretched out
Their dispute lethally allayed
Hellfires lit beneath boils
With satisfaction too dark to croon
This was no duel for dignity but
The Whiskey-Fueled Gunfight at High Noon
So, the last man's grinnin'
Blood all over him like a flood
Spent shells and broken glass
Layin' with him in the mud
He yells up to the sky
Thinkin' he's some kinda killin' god
While people stare at him an' the dead guy
Like they're both kinda odd
Two shitfaced cowboys
Draw in hammered hate
In the dustbowl town
Scorned by sober daylight's state
Cussin' through whiskey breath
Staggerin', ready to blast
Gonna settle this score with blood
A saga that'll forever last
Leather grips sweat-soaked
And slippery from their death clasp
Cold steel cocks back
A moment paused just
Long enough to gasp
They unload fury and lead
Spittin' bullets like venomous spit
Slugs tear through meat and bone
In mortal kombat
They're hell-bent to commit
First drunk bastard's chest erupts
A gory spray of life gone sour
His fuckin' heart explodes mid-beat
No time for final thoughts to scour
Collapsing hard into dirt
While his eyes fade out sickly dim
A trail of red painting agony
A fucked up bullet-riddled hymn
The other stands barely sobered
By adrenaline's cruel stab
Spins on heel 'round cascades
Of booze-blood bravado that flabs
Laughter curdles from deep within
At this grisly sight before dawn's raid
Another sunbaked corpse stretched out
Their dispute lethally allayed
Hellfires lit beneath boils
With satisfaction too dark to croon
This was no duel for dignity but
The Whiskey-Fueled Gunfight at High Noon
Legends born from shots poured
From barrels both liquid and lethal swoon
Left one man standing over ruins
Both emptied bottles and bodies marooned
With an air of deranged pride
He stood there feeling like a king
So, the last man's grinnin'
Blood all over him like a flood
Spent shells and broken glass
Layin' with him in the mud
He yells up to the sky
Thinkin' he's some kinda killin' god
While people stare at him an' the dead guy
Like they're both kinda odd
Folks come 'round real quick
To peep at what's gone down
Lookin' at dude lyin' there dead
On their dusty town ground
They'll haul him off to get buried
Where no one'll drop a tear or sob
Just another fool who got ended doin'
Some dangerous job
The winner limps away
Boots crunching over all that mess
Bullet casings and busted bottles
From a night that sure wasn't bless'd
Takes a swig from his bottle
Pourin' one out for the stiff now cold
One less gunslinger in this town
This story forever old
That's all she wrote for
The Whiskey Fueled Gunfight
At High Noon
Where hot lead did talk
And life got snuffed out too soon
The tale'll be told wherever booze is
Poured an' cowboys swoon
Such violent ends always
Seem to happen under
That burnin' sun cocoon
First drunk bastard's chest erupts
A gory spray of life gone sour
His fuckin' heart explodes mid-beat
No time for final thoughts to scour
Collapsing hard into dirt
While his eyes fade out sickly dim
A trail of red painting agony
A fucked up bullet-riddled hymn
The other stands barely sobered
By adrenaline's cruel stab
Spins on heel 'round cascades
Of booze-blood bravado that flabs
Laughter curdles from deep within
At this grisly sight before dawn's raid
Another sunbaked corpse stretched out
Their dispute lethally allayed
Hellfires lit beneath boils
With satisfaction too dark to croon
This was no duel for dignity but
The Whiskey-Fueled Gunfight at High Noon
So, the last man's grinnin'
Blood all over him like a flood
Spent shells and broken glass
Layin' with him in the mud
He yells up to the sky
Thinkin' he's some kinda killin' god
While people stare at him an' the dead guy
Like they're both kinda odd
Credits
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