TheAnarchistMuffin - Boltgun - Big Iron Parody

      [Intro] 
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[Verse]
             C                                 Am
To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day
              C                                     Am
Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say
             F                                                C
No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip
                                                  Am
for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip
F            C
Boltgun on his hip

[Chorus]
              C                                   Am
It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port
               C                                  Am
And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort
               F                                     C
He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip
                                                      Am
And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip
F              C
Boltgun on his hip

[Verse]
             C                              Am
In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red
             C                                      Am
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead
               F                                C
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four
                                                    Am
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more
F                C
Ten and fourscore more
                C                                       Am
Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around
               C                                     Am
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound
         F                                           C
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead
                                               Am
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red
F                   C
The name of Nocturne Red

[Verse]
            C                                   Am
Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red
           C                                     Am
But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead
         F                                       C
Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip
                                                      Am
Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip
F                   C
Boltgun on his hip

[Chorus]
          C                                             Am
It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey
           C                                              Am
They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray
                     F                                        C
Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath
                                                  Am
they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death
F               C
about to meet his death

[Verse]
                     C                                        Am
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
              C                                         Am
And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today
               F                                          C
Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore
                                               Am
And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor
F           C
Our holy Emperor

[Chorus]
            C                                  Am
It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began
          C                                            Am
Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran
             F                                              C
For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip
                                                     Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F             C
Boltgun on his hip

[Outro]
               Am
Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
                                                        Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F                C
Boltgun on his hip