Lyrics Dan Bull – I’m McCree, I’m A Weirdo
Text:
I’m Dan Bull
And according to my watch
It’s eleven fifty-nine
My watch is one minute slow
Hey
Hello Stranger
You’re alone, ain’t ya?
You’re a Lone-Ranger
What a tone changer
No neighbours
So far away from your home range
Roamin’ open plains so dangerous
You’re playing Russian roulette
With a bullet in an unknown chamber
So make use of the brain God gave ya
Or it’ll be blown away
Payback
McCree’s Peacekeeper seeks any head honcho
Put a bullet through their head
Like a head through a poncho
It’s High Noon
Better ride soon
There’s no time to rest
Into the horizon and roll
Through the wild, wild west
Distinguished
By his particular apparel
In which he dispatches batches of fishes in barrels
Back in the saddle and addled with bourbon
Trouble is certain
The bubble is bursting
A tug of the curtains
And the whole thing comes tumbling back down to earth
Quick have a sip of the whiskey because I’m on my third cup
And feeling perked up
Strode up to the bar
Smoking a cigar
B-A-M-F
Aren’t notes on a guitar
Focused Deadeye
Spaghetti western Jedi
With the same robotic arm
McCree’s at the top
The cream of the crop
You’re dreaming if you believe
He’s gonna stop
Breeze in and clean up
Do we even need Reaper?
Aiming the heater keen as a heatseeker
Keeping the peace with the piece
The Peacekeeper
The key piece of the team
Defeat fleets of people
Seeking to beat elite leaders
Reckon they’ll achieve it?
Me neither
Frequently repeating the scene
Twenty-four seven
You’re seeing seasons of Kiefer
Et Tu Brutus?
Bleeding Caesar?
Yeah
Read em and weep
Like a John Green feature
McCree’s Peacekeeper seeks any head honcho
Put a bullet through their head
Like a head through a poncho
It’s High Noon
Better ride soon
There’s no time to rest
Into the horizon and roll
Through the wild, wild west
Hammer Fanner
Fan the Hammer at a rapid rate
You’re trying to bat away the blasts
Playing patacake against cassius clay
Jabbing fast as the camera’s capture rate
Battered by the hands of fate
Smacking off your crown like acid rain
That accurate aim could blast away
The fastest sailing hand grenade
Coming at your face
Congratulations, kappa
I’ll pass on the clammy handshake
You’re chances of flanking and ganking the man
Are flat as a manta ray pancake
Beating McCree’s
Like meeting Anne Hathaway on Chaturbate
It ain’t gonna happen, mate
Your happy days went thataway
Snatched away
But now your face is wrapped in gaffa tape
So pray they get that ransom paid
Like the handsome man from Santa Fe’s
A candidate for financial aid
Who laid a trap with a vast array
Of fantastic ways to make you pass away
Then wait ’til after the wake
To deface the place your ashes lay
McCree’s Peacekeeper seeks any head honcho
Put a bullet through their head
Like a head through a poncho
It’s High Noon
Better ride soon
There’s no time to rest
Into the horizon and roll
Through the wild, wild west
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Dan Bull – Dan Bull - Generation Gaming XVIII
