Collapsed bearing the weight
Of his ever dying soul
A lone figure lifts himself up knowing
This is not the way he goes
Buried 'neath the sand dunes
Nor drowning in the sea
Before his time has come
There is vengeance he must seek
Steady he'll press on
Until the time has come
Where he's finally killed the Colonel
With his own gun
Holstered at Burro's side
Growing heavy as he nears
His final destination
Year after year
Reaching the town
Where the Colonel's left his mark
Burro marches towards the bar
The only place to start
Calmly, pressing forward
His memories filled with death
A conquered people have no fear
For they have nothing left
Burst into the room
After knocking down the door
Civilians flee in panic
Not knowing what's in store
Firing off three shots he screams
"Don't you know who I am"
Terrified, the Colonel utters
“Burro the Man”
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What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
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