Legends say he's just a lucky man But pure chance has little sway When he aims, time fades, the world stands still Aim and fire, feel the thrill Hand in pocket, he stands calm, serene Eyes like thunder, he locks in He takes time to breathe, he knows no haste Patience paired with grace and skill Seen it all before, life's just a dream Aim and fire, feel the thrill There's art in precision, he'll never miss When he pulls that trigger, you’ll feel the death The world fades away, just him and his aim The gun fires, bullet flies, silence breaks Pure sharpshooter, heart of steel, he's gonna hit One last breath, fate's embrace, time drops still There's art in precision, he'll never miss When he pulls that trigger, you’ll feel the death The world fades away, just him and his aim The gun fires, bullet flies, silence breaks Grey hair brushing 'gainst the silver moonlight When you heard the blow, knew it was gonna hitmore