[Verse 1: Dan Bull]
Another day amid the chaos
Never seem to get a day off
What can I do? Say to the Emperor: "Hey, boss!
Can I have a break?" I'd get a little more than laid off
Luckily for me, don't want to call it a day
My career's flipping cool and the tool of my trade
Is a Bolt-Bolt-Boltgun all in a day's work
Roll straight up and put my tool in your face, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Falconshield]
The stink of singeing blood and steel
No words portray how good it feels
When your face flays off like an orange peel
And you test your own flesh as your last meal

[Chorus: Falconshield]
Oh, son
You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun
I can tell you now that'll be no fun
So do me a small favour, old chum
And dissolve as I assault you with my Boltgun
You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun
You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun
You don't wanna smoke from my Boltgun, Boltgun, Boltgun
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