Boltgun (Warhammer 40k - Big Iron Parody)

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Shared February 6, 2017

A parody of Marty Robbins' Cowboy ballad classic Big Iron (AKA that one song from Fallout: New Vegas), with Warhammer 40k inspired lyrics. Play it when you need to get old-school Inquisitorial.
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LYRICS:

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

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

In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more
Ten and fourscore more

Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red
The name of Nocturne Red

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

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

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

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

Boltgun, Mars Boltgun

None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
Boltgun on his hip