PETIT NOIR

[Intro] [Verse] Steely formed silhouette alone Entombed in cobbled alley door Night rain bejewels smooth seeping stones Brow-wept droplets menace and gnaw [Verse] Harry Quinn stands silent and still Black Reynolds revolver in hand 753 primed for a k**l The chain-gangs b***d-greasing his land [Chorus] I fear neither death nor you, Sir! Freely take you to Hell and back So give up your weapon I swear The course of your palm stays on track! [Verse] Three weeks of foul s*******r in mind Two villains with clocks on their name Colnago the first he must find Bianchi the second to tame [Verse] Long road years the old joints lament Hard bullets that felled him too oft He is tortoise by Heaven sent The skin of each hare cast adrift [Chorus] I fear neither death nor you, Sir! Freely take you to Hell and back So give up your weapon I swear The course of your palm stays on track! [Verse] Gold light pierces void like a weld Quinn raises his piece with one stroke Cold breeze kisses brow and is held A breath of his heart as he croaks [Verse] At once he felt quickly boxed in Italians stood before and aft His race of truth now here upon His end the moment to reflect [Chorus] I fear neither death nor you, Sir! Freely take you to Hell and back So give up your weapon I swear The course of your palm stays on track! [Break] [Verse] The first shot struck shoulder bone keen A second scythed soft ear to cheek The third cut raw deep into spleen Frame falling in rain-tears all weak [Verse] Callous cobbles more anguish ground Fleet footsteps faint (but none for aid) G*n raised loosed Harry one round Prayer silenced where old Quinn is laid [Chorus] I fear neither death nor you, Sir! Freely take you to Hell and back So give up your weapon I swear The course of your palm stays on track! [Outro]