Mr. 44

Greetings from the gutter where the red, red rivers run

I bring you sweet salvation from the barrel of a gun

Is she a virgin or is she a whore?

I don't really give a damn

I'm Mr. 44

I'm a bottomless pit

With nothing in it

A void filled with unclean spirits

A hound of Hell on a long, long leash

Can you count the number of this beast?

Mr. 44

Every time I pull my trigger

The Devil's work is done

Hellfire and damnation from the barrel of a gun

22 Disciples of Hell knocking at death's door

To each his own, but make mine murder

I'm Mr. 44