Shotgun

(To the tune of Big Iron by Marty Robbins)

To the site of [Data Expunged]
Drove a doctor one fine day
Hardly spoke to staff around him
Didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his clearance
No one dared to breach a skip
For the doctor there among them
Had a shotgun in his grip
Shotgun in his grip

It was early in the morning
When he Drove into the site
Came driving from the Southside
Didn't seem to be alright
He's a Bixby uncontained
Came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some "Research"
With the shotgun in his grip
Shotgun in his grip

For this site contained a Bixby
By the name of Sigurrós
Many men had tried to take her
And those many Men were toast
She was vicious and a Keter
Though a youth of only eight
And she possessed the power
To control the hand of fate
Control the hand of fate

Now the doctor started talking
Made it plain to staff alright
Had the name of Alto Clef
Wouldn't be too long on site
He was here to kill a shaper
Pro'bly Take an hour, at most
And he said it didn't matter
He was after Sigurrós
After Siggurós

Wasn't long before the story
Was relayed to Siggurós
But the Bender didn't worry
Men who tried before were toast
Cause those who tried to murder
Had their Humes dropped by a lot
And very shortly after
Their comeuppance, they had got
Comeuppance, they had got

The morning passed so quickly
It was time to neutralize
Dr. Clef sat at her bedside
Looking straight into her eyes
Staff were watching from the hallways
Everybody held their breath
They knew this creepy doctor
Was about to meet his death
About to meet his death

It was only quarter past nine
When she starts to make her play
And the swiftness of the doctor
Is still talked about today
Hume had not dropped below point nine
'Fore a Bolo fairly ripped
And the doctor's aim was deadly
With the shotgun in his grip
Shotgun in his grip

It was over in a moment
And the staff, they had no quips
'Cause on the bed before them
Lay the body of the skip
Oh, if she had gone on Livin'
She'd have been a fearsome chit
If it wasn't for the doctor
With the shotgun in his grip
The shotgun in his grip

Shotgun, shotgun
If it wasn't for the doctor
With the shotgun in his grip
Shotgun in his grip