Boltgun - Big Iron Parody

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To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day
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Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say
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No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip
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for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip
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Boltgun on his hip

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It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port
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And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort
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He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip
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And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip
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Boltgun on his hip

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In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red
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Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead
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He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four
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And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more
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Ten and fourscore more
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Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around
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A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound
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He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead
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And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red
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The name of Nocturne Red

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Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red
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But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead
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Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip
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Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip
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Boltgun on his hip

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It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey
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They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray
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Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath
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they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death
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about to meet his death

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There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
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And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today
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Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore
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And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor
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Our holy Emperor

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It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began
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Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran
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For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip
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None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
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Boltgun on his hip

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Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
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None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
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Boltgun on his hip

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