Red Dead Redemption - Dan Bull

Fresh… for 1911, you suckas!

Listen, I got a story to tell

His name was John Marston, a hard un former outlaw

Taken by the FBI, so what they let him out for?

They wanted him to scout where his old gang hanged

And help them to see that his old gang hanged

They were a rag tag band ravaging the badlands

There was only one way that this’d end: Bang!

Bang!

Found Bill Williamson at Fort Mercer

Met the wrong end of his gun, could call it murder

But Marston was found, dying parched on the ground

By the bonniest farmer around: Bonnie MacFarlane and now

John in his honour did odd jobs with her father and helped

Looped lassos lobbed and fires put out

Riding the finest mount, got to explore

Living the life that he liked in the great outdoors

Ambushing, hunting, trapping, interrupting public hangings

Such a bunch of random encounters and misunderstandings

But I’m not done with rambling, and John’s not done with gambling

Dueling, looking out for bounties, pulling plants and fully handling

Any damn business this district could imagine witnessing

Hanging with Dickens, Harold, Landon Ricketts

Attacking antagonists from henchmen to the head, the boss

From van der Linde, Allende to Edgar Ross

Enter Dead Eye, whereby time kinda stops

Then many enemies get shot, a lot

Guns cocked and locked, one shot could stop an ox

Options?

Not a lot;

they’ve got to drop

'Cos they’re chock a block with bullet holes like dot to dot

Those watching are like «What the fock?!»

Got their attention, that’s audience retention

Enemies left red and dead: redemption

Got your attention, that’s audience retention

Enemies left red and dead: redemption

Red Dead Redemption

Red Dead Redemption

Red Dead Redemption

Red Dead Redemption