They stand in line in the pouring rain
Armed to the futuristic teeth
Army navy none can save ye
From the chaos they're about to unleash
Pension protection love and affection
Things that they don't need
Leather helmets with laser eyes
That's the kinda shit for me
Evil genius
Metal executioner mask
Leather gloved dictator
With a pencil tache
His name is Ironblood3
Raise your fists up to the sky
Ironblood
Take the oath and swear to die
Baron Ironblood
There's a poison in your veins
Cruel command with an iron hand
Ironblood is his name
We're dedicated to badness
General villainy is our oath
Obedient to his devious plans
Repetitious cunning in a leather trench coat
His plan is kinda no plan
Except to have evil schemes
The downfall of all governments
Or things along that theme
All who come to challenge me must face me eye-to-eye
Any man who duels me, by my iron blade will surely die
We want rustlers, hustlers, cutthroats and murderers
Desperado double-dealing yellow-belly perjurers
Bounty hunters, dimwits, anarchists and satanists
Bushwhacking, robbing, fighting, screaming, stealing Methodists
Mugs, pugs, thugs, vipers, snipers, con-men
Pig-stickers, shit-kickers, cowboys and Indians
Muggers, buggers, scummers, and bums from the slums
Arm them with guns, now let's have some fun
