[Part I: The Tracker/Swanky’s Saloon (Interlude)]
[Skit]
Sir, the tracker's here
Send her in
You called for me, sir?
I did, have your skills remained sharp?
You insult me
No, don't underestimate him, he isn't your everyday mark
I've dealt with stubborn before
To say that he's stubborn understates him, no traditional methods of subjugation have fazed him
You understand that we're faced with a test case who has respawned whenever we break him
It's obnoxious
I'll take him
You better
Don't go out there and think you can swing at the dark
Get your mind right
If you swing, swing to kill
He has infinite hearts and limitless health in the limelight
So when you strike and you see that he's limping, don't think you can finish him off with just a kiss dipped in cyanide
If you think you've brought a gun to a knife fight, you haven't
Guaranteed he'll get you with missiles and dynamites
Go
Again, wow
I don't need you to laugh at me. I need you to fucking go out there and find him
And call me when the mission is finalized
You know, you're supposed to be in charge here
[Part II: Swanky’s Saloon (Interlude)]
[Interlude]
Meanwhile, at Swanky Saloon
Stay swanky
[Verse]
Fetch my carriage, fetch my gun
Fetch the priest, truth undone
For those who fall and lost their breath
Salvation or eternal death
The faithful find their way to life
The rest are left in endless night
Separate yet bound by chains
A legacy of my people's pain
Feed your mind to feed the soul
Break the shackles, break the mold
Feed your mind to feed the soul
Break the shackles, break the mold
Rise again, let freedom ring
Rise again, let freedom ring
Feed your mind to feed the soul
Break the shackles, you break the mold
Break the shackles, you break the mold