Jim Carrey (Jako Earl): Some folks ride like the wind when the whisping pines do guide them, and the burning light inside them leaves them warm in the snow.
Others fear the sounds they hear, make banditos out of mole hills, fill their hearts with porcupine quills; they’re dead and buried long before they go.
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand, and his immortal soul may lay forever in the sand. The angels wouldn’t take him up to heaven like he planned ’cause they couldn’t pry that gun from his cold dead hand.
Jim Carrey (Jako Heston): What did he say.
Jim Carrey (Jako Earl): It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger. takes a cold dead heart, and as near as I can figure with your cold dead aim you’re trying to prove your dick is bigger, but we know: your chariot may not be swingin’ low.
Cold dead hand, cold dead hand Cold dead hand, cold dead hand You’re a big dick man with a little bitty gland so you need something bigger just to fill your cold dead hand
Jim Carrey (Jako Heston): They’re making fun of everything I hold dear, Walter
Jim Carrey (Jako Earl): Imagine if the Lord were here and he knew what you’ve been thinkin’ would his sacred heart be sinkin’ into the canyon of dismay?
And on the ones who sell the guns he’d stick the vultures and coyotes. Only the devil’s true devotees could profiteer from pain and fear.
Charlton Heston movies are no longer in demand, and his immortal soul may lay forever in the sand. The angels wouldn’t take him up to heaven like he planned ’cause they couldn’t pry that gun from his cold dead hand.
It takes a cold dead hand to decide to pull the trigger. Takes a cold dead heart, and as near as I can figure with your cold dead aim you’re trying to prove your dick is bigger, but we know: your chariot may not be swingin’ low.
Jim Carrey (Jako Eliot): Hi, I’m Clearly Sam Elliot. Pay attention Hombre’s this boy’s got something to say, budding social satire, it goes down smooth. Enjoy the show. I’m gonna watch that sunset.
Jim Carrey (Jako Earl): Cold dead hand, cold dead hand Cold dead hand, cold dead hand You’re a big dick man with a little bitty gland so you need something bigger with a hairpin trigger. You don’t wanna get caught with your trousers down when a psycho killer comes around So you make your home like a thunderdome and you’re always packing everywhere you roam but the psychos will no matter what you do they’re gonna buy way more guns than you And while you’re stumblin’ now to bed They put five rounds in the back of your hair and you get depressed and you put your own shotgun in your mouth And your kids walk in and they find you there Like a headless lump in your underwear And they move the gun and it kills them too And your wife just doesn’t know what to do So she takes a hand grenade from her shoe And she pulls the pin
And it’s all on you, and your cold dead hand
Well what in the heck was that?
I accidentally shot my foot off.
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