Somebody better run for cover.Originally Posted by Dirty Harry
rode up on my steed dirty and mean my eyes filled with intent to killcame in with the dust a look of disgust the sting of the whips burnning still a croud of young punks all getting drunk think they are as fast as can be but what they don't know me and my my gun will show i'm faster than they'll ever be ...sweat pouring out of my face so many years that i've had to wait now when your ready to draw the sound of my gun your gone ....drifting around from high plains to town the trail of death leads to me the speed of my hand is faster than you'll ever life to be
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