作词 : Bazan, Juan the Owl
old friend your horse is ready to ride when morning comes from this church town where damning rumors drip from holy tongues it won't go away it won't go away it won't go away fever to find the scapegoat fast and fix the blame i know you never meant to leave the way you came it won't go away it won't go away it won't go away looking down from that stain glass steeple they'll never know why you had to run ride as fast as you can they're shooting to kill x4