i'm mccree, i'm a weirdo

Singer:bull, dan

i'm dan bull

and according to my watch

it's eleven fifty-nine

my watch is one minute slow

hey

hello stranger

you're alone

ain't ya?

you're a lone-ranger

what a tone changer

no neighbours

so far away from your home range

roamin' open plains so dangerous

you're playing russian roulette

with a bullet in an unknown chamber

so make use of the brain god gave ya

or it'll be blown away

payback

mccree's peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

put a bullet through their head

like a head through a poncho

it's high noon

better ride soon

there's no time to rest

into the horizon and roll

through the wild

wild west

distinguished

by his particular apparel

in which he dispatches batches of fishes in barrels

back in the saddle and addled with bourbon

trouble is certain

disturbing your suburban world

the bubble is bursting

a tug of the curtains

and the whole thing comes tumbling back down to earth

quick have a sip of the whiskey because i'm on my third cup

and feeling perked up

strode up to the bar

smoking a cigar

b-a-m-f

aren't notes on a guitar

focused deadeye

spaghetti western jedi

with the same robotic arm

mccree's at the top

the cream of the crop

you're dreaming if you believe

he's gonna stop

breeze in and clean up

do we even need reaper?

aiming the heater keen as a heatseeker

keeping the peace with the piece

the peacekeeper

the key piece of the team

defeat fleets of people

seeking to beat elite leaders

reckon they'll achieve it?

me neither

frequently repeating the scene

twenty-four seven

you're seeing seasons of kiefer

et tu brutus?

bleeding caesar?

yeah

read em and weep

like a john green feature

mccree's peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

put a bullet through their head

like a head through a poncho

it's high noon

better ride soon

there's no time to rest

into the horizon and roll

through the wild

wild west

hammer fanner

fan the hammer at a rapid rate

you're trying to bat away the blasts

playing patacake against cassius clay

jabbing fast as the camera's capture rate

battered by the hands of fate

smacking off your crown like acid rain

that accurate aim could blast away

the fastest sailing hand grenade

coming at your face

congratulations

kappa

i'll pass on the clammy handshake

you're chances of flanking and ganking the man

are flat as a manta ray pancake

beating mccree's

like meeting anne hathaway on chaturbate

it ain't gonna happen

mate

your happy days went thataway

snatched away

but now your face is wrapped in gaffa tape

so pray they get that ransom paid

like the handsome man from santa fe's

a candidate for financial aid

who laid a trap with a vast array

of fantastic ways to make you pass away

then wait 'til after the wake

to deface the place your ashes lay

mccree's peacekeeper seeks any head honcho

put a bullet through their head

like a head through a poncho

it's high noon

better ride soon

there's no time to rest

into the horizon and roll

through the wild

wild west