Deadline Ellis' Last Stand

{brushed snare roll}

{jaunty acoustic guitar intro} (whistling) {cowbell tapping

on beat} Way out in the Mojave,

past the old dynamic line Lived a self-proclaimed surgeon with a real

bad design He was looking at a patient who was fading mighty

fast And he swore he had a method that would make the

recovery last

{acoustic guitar picking} {plodding double bass} His name was Deadline Ellis,

with a mind so bright and small

He said a jolting countdown would revive them one and all So

he slipped a heavy pressure plate right underneath the head To jumpstart

the poor fella, but he triggered it instead (oh no)

{slide guitar flourish} Oh,

Deadline Ellis, what a terrible mistake That wasn't a defibrillator,

what a choice to make

He set a ticking timer on a high explosive load And the

patient and the clinic and the town just went explode (idiot)

{honky tonk piano run} He thought a little urgency would make the

spirit rise But he didn't count the blast radius under desert skies

He wired up the detonator

right beneath the spine And sighed a breath of satisfaction,

thinking it was fine

{acoustic guitar strumming}

{plucking double bass} Tick-tock goes the recovery plan

Built by the hand of an ignorant man

One heavy step

and the trigger went click (hahaha) He realized his error just a

little too quick {loud explosive dynamic shift} {frantic acoustic guitar strumming} Oh,

Deadline Ellis, what a terrible mistake That wasn't a defibrillator,

what a choice to make

He set a ticking timer on a high explosive load And the

patient and the clinic and the town just went explode (what an

idiot)

{full western swing outro} Now we're sitting in the clouds as the

dust begins to clear

Ellis is beside us with a ringing in his ear Yeah,

he killed us all (yes he did)

{slow tempo fade} {lonesome whistle} {final acoustic guitar chord}