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Gunfight at the Golden Mile The gunman took his turret Why?... We'll never know The reasons gunmen target Their irons for the show With triggers, haired, a mystery Locked safety in the past Hammered down the present sees A future choking fast Staring down a chamber, grim One of too many sold With six shots sailed to the wind and bullets railed bold In magazines and clips we see We watch the chambers turn Revolving automatically With lessons left unlearnt When even White Hats take their fall 'midst Black Hats, gathered tense The walking wounded raise their call With dealers deaf to sense Dealers holding aces high, With four spent to a pack Some prefer to gamble sly, up sleeves the aces rack Whilst jokers watch casinos burn No counting of the cards As faces fall and numbers turn With spent decks falling hard Falling sticking where they lay Regardless of the nap Regardless of the way it plays Rough logic, when it snaps Corralled in pairs and suits they stand Go fish in barrels penned Yet when one ace can take a hand, why would you need ten? Yet still they take their parapets These gunmen, boys at play With cattle, cows washed red in lets, … and hats stained shades of grey |