TheAnarchistMuffin - Boltgun - big iron parody

To the hive o^Cf Aguafrias came a stranger one gr^Amim day Hardly spoke t^Co the Arbites, didn't have too much to^Am say No one dared ^Fto slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a^C slip for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on^Am his hip ^FBoltgun on hi^Cs hip

It was early i^Cn the morning when he landed at the ^Am'port And he spent hi^Cs day in houses of a foul and darkl^Aming sort He's a heretic ^Ffrom offworld came the whisper from ea^Cch lip And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on ^Amhis hip ^FBoltgun on his ^Chip

In this town ^Cthere lived a ganger by the nam^Ame of Nocturne Red Many Judges t^Cried to take him and those men of law w^Amere dead He was vicious ^Fand augmented at the age of one-o^Ch-four And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fou^Amrscore more ^FTen and fourscore^C more Now the stranger^C started showing there, to all the folks^Am around A strange brooc^Ch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver^Am bound He came h^Fere on bitter business, to leave all the sin^Cners dead And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Noc^Amturne Red ^FThe name of Nocturne^C Red

Wasn't long ^Cbefore the rumors were relayed to No^Amcturne Red But the gan^Cger didn't worry- he would leave the '^Amquis'tor dead Ninety me^Fn had tried to end him, ninety men had m^Cade a slip Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on h^Amis hip ^FBoltgun on his hip ^C

It was thi^Crty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his^Am prey They met in^C a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to^Am stray Scum were watching fr^Fom the gantries, mutie creatures held the^Cir breath they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his d^Ameath ^Fabout to meet hi^Cs death

There was forty feet ^Cbetween them when they stopped to make th^Ameir play And the swiftn^Cess of the 'quistor is still talked about ^Amtoday Nocturne Red ha^Fd not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fai^Crly tore And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy E^Ammperor ^FOur holy Emp^Ceror

It was over ^Cin a moment and the final cleanse b^Amegan Mutant scu^Cm were cut down righteous, brightly burning a^Ams they ran For the stran^Fger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made^C a slip None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on^Am his hip ^FBoltgun on his^C hip

Boltgun, Mars B^Amoltgun None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on hi^Ams hip ^FBoltgun on his hi^Cp