The Rifleman, I leave you with flies and gnats,
I stalk with a heavy pistol and an axe,
All wrapped in bandages, coat was long and black,
Heavy swords, axes and hammers are my brigade,
I cut zombies down with the gauge and flip the page,
Stumble off the ripple, cuz everyday is New Year's,
Sick like the green coyote, I drink a few beers...