Faster Than You'll Ever Live To Be
Rode up on my steed, dirty and mean 
My eyes filled with intent to kill 
Came in with the dust, a look of disgust 
The sting of the whip's burning still 
crowd of young punks, all getting [bad word] 
Think they are fast as can be 
But what they don't, my guns will show 
I'm faster than they'll ever be 
 [bad word]  
Sweat pouring out of my face 
So many years that I've had to wait 
Now when you're ready to draw 
Sound of my gun, you're gone! 
 [bad word]  
Drifting around 
From high plains to town 
The trail of death leads to me 
The speed of the hand 
Is faster than you'll ever live to be 

With fire in my eye, I'll make hot lead fly 
No one's a match for me 
I'll blow your head off and make sure you're dead 
Then pillage on your family 
The scars on my back bring memories back 
Of [bad word] in a younger year 
I'll hunt out the best and lay them to rest 
I am the west's worst fear! 
 [bad word]   [bad word] but you're too slow 
You're all out of breath and there's nowhere to go 
Now when it's your time to die 
No one will hear your cry! 

[repeat [bad word]