Cowboy Killers

Well I had to have been programmed

For anything but this

And to be honest you weren't a mark I'd aim to miss

With your ten gallon hat and the spurs on your shoes

It's everything in me that wants to kill you

So lay me down, I'll smoke you out

You won't make a sound, I'll find you without

It was a mad man

Who put this in my head

A virus that makes me want all cowboys dead

With this gun on my arm and this look in my eye

Bitch you better know that it's time to die

Lay me down, I'll smoke you out

You won't make a sound, I'll find you without

Lay me down, I'll smoke you out

I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons

I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead

I'll put holes in your chest, with my laser cannons

I'm gonna rip off your head, I want all cowboys dead