In the town of June at the local saloon,
trouble and kingdom has come...
A human typhoon shot a hole in the Moon,
Now this town is done...
The district Constabulary tried make a posse,
to outnumber him a hundred to one.
Kinda hard to do when the local population,
is packin' up and on the run...
If you know his name better smile when you say it,
TriGun!
Seems to live forever, Hell in red leather...
Rumor has it hes' as fast as they come,
Death by rollin' iron, death by misadventure,
is all hes' ever offered to some.
Some say hes' an angel, some say hes' a saint!
some say he has a heart full of fun,
There are others some say, who just got in his way,
and who died for refusing to run...
If you know his name better smile when you say it,
TriGun!
If you plan on stayin', better get to prayin'
confess your sins under the Sun,
Maybe cleanse your soul, maybe rock and roll,
maybe you're just in it for fun...
If you need protection, a little absolution,
then find yourself a gung-ho gun,
They gotta reputation for dealing out redemption,
at the business of a gun...
Look straight down the barrel, do you see more than one?
TriGun!
Get dosed with stripped down hard rock that conceals a joyous heart beating beneath all those evil, relentless riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2018