[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]