Polish my boots, make 'em shine Deathskull valley, about a quarter to nine With a doeskin jacket on the back of my horse Feeling so vain, got no remorse I 'm no loser, I take no shit I 'll hunt you back, to your stinky rat pit I 'm so raw, so fucking helluva mean So save your prayers, cause I 'm a war-machine Ch 1. You see me I 'll be coming down on you Like a razor from above I 'll crush you like a fly on the wall You don't have a chance to confess Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger Gun in hand, time to ride Whiskey in my bag and my heart full of pride I 'm the outlaw freak, the mighty preacher man My word is crazy law, in cowboys wasted land Like a desert wind, you know I 'll soon be gone The only thing left is a yelling alarm All you bitches and all you whores I 'll carve you up, to get the highest scores Ch 2. You see me with my dagger in hand, so die With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger I make you burn, I 'll make you dance One more time, just give me a chance I crush your bones, I 'll crush your head Makes you wonder, if you're a living dead You see me with my dagger in hand, so die With my leather boots on and my machine gun raised I 'm the man who likes the hot blood taste Cause I 'm, I 'm the, I 'm the, I 'm the Power Ranger