Six-String Samurai

Death came 'round to meet and greet
The would be kings of sin and street
But one man stood with glasses grim
Sword in hand and black suit trim

Six strings he plucked upon the path
To Lost Vegas and its throne of ash
An umbrella tattered by the wind
Of roads long traveled by no friend

A scruffy thing he chanced to save
From a young and bloody open grave
The kid stuck with him 'til the end
Of their journey to the Land of Sin

The Reds attacked, his sword sung fast
He played and played until the last
The mound of dead was piled high
By our friend the Six-String Samurai

Back | POSTED BY Robert Otlowski ON October 14, 2008 @ 9:50 pm EST