He would clutch his left chest and

       throw himself from the horse,

Sometimes speak, never real words 'cause then

       they'd have to pay Guild standard,

But "uunnhhh!" he'd yell (he said) -- shot

       through the heart, and "uurrrr!"

-- Shot through the heart again, and did this about

       800 times, he figures,

He claims, though why he'd come here after

       that kind of background

God knows; and every black-and-white

       oater comes on there

He is, falling; still, he buys rounds;

       we've been calling him

Jehovah behind his back because he is

       omnipresent in death.