DO IT

                 My life drips out of me  
  pint by pint Recalling the hideous lies you talked And the idiotic tricks you cropped from the gigantic sleeve of your coat    
 No more does my Religious believes stand to oppose your dastardly plots  
 No more does my pistol or my missions stand strong against your vision  
 So do what you can do best. Drop your caliber on my throat  
 Yell your words of worship and dance around my lifeless frame  
  But comes a day when the hay grows dew and the light seems new That your evil reaction will bare no fruit and i shall reign victorious  Among the ravaging dead.