Six Guns
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Six Guns
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Not a chance to plead our cause
Read what has been written do not see his face
Six Guns
Six hands
Thirty six murders
The damage is done it has left it's trace
Stop press stop press fill that space
I must lick the feet of the men in the know
How can you tell who is friend or foe
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