I don't wanna hear about your miserable day. If I gave you the chance you'd talk my life away. You tell me that you love me and that's not a sin. But fifty times a day is kinda wearin' me thin.
I got some big six-shooters packed up on my steed. And I only take 'em off unless I got some flesh to feed. Intimidation to the max is what'll do it to me.