HORSEMEN - THE H.O.S.T.

The sun rose up, it was hot and dry

The wind is whistling while these mean horsemen ride

They will start a fire, and shoot the sheriff down

And spread their lies.

3 shadows on the sand

They never have a plan

They will kill again any enemy or friend

They’re looking for, looking for salvation

They ride ride ride faraway

To escape the cavalry

My boots for some water, my hat for the sun

My gun for defense, there’s blood on my hands, we’re gone

Don’t step outside.

Run and hide.

When 3 horsemen ride

They are used to rotten skulls, banging bones

Smashing heads, their guns never cold with a fierce laugh

For the dead ones

They spit on the floor, take off their hats

And down the horses, people run like rats with fear in their eyes

The horsemen have arrived

They ride ride ride faraway

To escape the cavalry

My boots for some water, my hat for the sun

My gun for defense, there’s blood on my hands, we’re gone

But never for a long time

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