Hello? Yes, have we met before?
Oh, you say I was in the bar, lookin' to score?
Probably, that sounds like me.
Well, the old me, you see.
Get out of here, Black-Eyed Sonnuva B_tch,
'cause I've got a nasty trigger finger and it's startin' to itch.
Yeah, I used to be one of you.
Your "King of Hell" was once like me, too.
You've been to Hell and back?
Awesome - I've been there, done that.
Friendly with the Devil, my little brother has been;
it wasn't his fault, he tried not to sin.
He prayed to angels when I didn't believe,
and it was me that Heaven sent you to retrieve.
Man, it's probably me he should blame,
but for some reason, he stays
right by my side, like it's all the same.
We have traveled together for years;
it's been nothing but blood, sweat, and tears.
Together, we try to pretend it's all in our head,
but most everyone we knew and loved are dead.
Tomorrow, it could be me who dies,
whether it's from hunting or all of those pies.
When I do, if he's still there by my side,
as I begin to feel the pounding of my heart subside,
I will have just one last thing to say:
"Little brother, just Carry On My Way."
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