Inside there is ice and cold,
Locked and loaded is gun I hold.
Ready to fire, ready to die,
Ready to hire fine place to die.
Sleeping outsider burning town,
With only friend of my very own.
He´s so cold and dead,
My head´s about to spread.
Alone in this cold, cruel world,
Only with the gun i hold.
Death is very awful thang,
So pul the trigger, hear the bang!
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