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For me, there are no claims to stake
No harden crusts of earth to break
My tools are of a different trade
And what I want, I take

One by one they fall before me
Their cries for mercy unheard

God's law will never bind me
They sputter out their final words

Forsaken by society
For all that I have done
Walking the broken trails
Speaking only with my gun

And every day is harder
Than the last
A history of violence
In my past

Do it quickly and bury me deep
I didn't come here to make a speech
I came here to die

Step by step nearing the gallows
The hangman's noose awaits
No final words to speak of
Just everlasting hate

Seems that the light
It burns away
I see my life
Stretching behind me

And every day was harder
Than the last
A history of violence
In my past

Righteous men condemn me
For my life of sin
My hand has shed the blood of man
By man shall my blood be shed

Let 'er rip

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