Laurence Overmire - Gunslingers and Mudslingers lyrics

The artist and the critic Sundown showdown At the OK Corral The artist walks in the open street Bravely, in the line of fire Talent holstered on the hip The critic, black hat and spurs Hides in shadows, behind dark edifices A double-barreled shotgun carefully aimed The townsfolk look on Wavering interest, fleeting expectation Getting haircuts, buying shoes The artist and the critic One to live and one to die Eat the dust sweet humble pie As the sun sinks low The duel is fated to a finish The artist draws, the critic fires Through the smoke, on bended knee Maimed and bleeding, a paintbrush flies Sticks the critic between the eyes The bodies will not stay there long Someone will pay the undertaker's fee An unmarked grave without a view Such is the way of the wild Old West Lawman and outlaw, artist and critic Wise man and fool Boot Hill always wins.