Blood is red,
Bruises are blue,
And I know all this
Thanks to you,
My lovely gun
And lovely fist.
They can shoot me,
But they'll usually miss
(Not that it matters, of course).
I can fire one single shot
And take them all out.
Ah, don't you love
How awesome I am?

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Sitting in a cell
Isn't that just how it works
It does get old though

Watching my flesh mend
Death on two icicles for most
Frost bite is irksome