Songtext von Walker Texas Danger

It's a part of my swagger A gun holstered Jagger A man with a sense of control I'm the last of the legion The leader of a region Without it I am nothing at all Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind I'm the first to admit it It's really hard to quit it A habit I'm not going to break It's a curse, an obsession, a primal possession A vigilante judge and courts in session Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Passion For my land and state, cold hearted steel to conceal your fate Aggresion Of what I become, self-proclaimed cleanser, I'm the chosen one Compassion Is what I lack, up to me to get us back on track Regression Is what I do, the only real difference between me and you It's a part of my swagger A gun holstered Jagger A man with a sense of control I'm the last of the legion The leader of a region Without it I am nothing at all Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind Not dead yet Not dead yet Not dead yet Last of my kind