Over Rover

Hammer to the firing pin

Lost his mind from out and within

Head so red your tail would spin

Staring out at me sardonic grin

Course

Think it's over Rover

It won't be coming back over

Deads more straight than sober

Out in the field but no clover

Calling card on the final stage

Down the barrel of a shotgun gauge

That's the way you earn your pay

Now he can't recant today