Lyrics

Inspect the silver inlay and the finely engraved steel Rich carved ivory grips with checkered lines that you can feel You'll find it premature to call the calibre obsolete When olden time design and modern treacherousness meet It's a curio that's slipped between our current laws, as read Priceless as an artifact but leaves you just as dead Craftsmanship like this is not displayed much anymore And there ain't too many gangsters shooting Russian .44 To think a learned chronicler like you would be the one Whose eye for detail failed to see him reaching for your gun You must be the first in ninety years to meet his death By way of antique archaic black powder pistol's breath Despite your recent injuries you must admit that still It remains an elegant and stylish way to kill Yes, despite my injuries, good sir, I cannot lie It remains an elegant and stylish and way to die