If I die tonight Tonight's the night I get in some shit Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Picturing pitiful punk niggas

I'm called a cow I'm not about To blow it now For all the cows It's funny how money allows all to browse And be endowed This wish is true it falls into pieces new The cow is you My kind has all run out, as if kinds could blend

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

No, it's not supposed to go like that Tommy found his daddy's gun And Joey had never seen one Real cowboy all dressed up As he held it in his hand Said, "You be good and I'll be bad" Then he pulled the trigger back Stopped little Tommy in his tracks

Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear I am your ruler, land, sea and air Immense in my girth, erect, I stand tall I am a nuclear murderer, I am Polaris Ready to pounce at the touch of a button My systems locked in on military gluttons I rule on land, air,

Closer to you Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue Set me free, oh, I pray Closer to heaven above and closer to you Cowboy take me away I said, I wanna touch the earth I wanna break it in my hands I wanna grow something wild and unruly Oh,

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy

Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, do he live No the nigga dies Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt Desperado, do work for

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword No turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die This day we fight! For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another war-torn