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In the heat of the desert sun |
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On the blistering trail |
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An appaloosa and |
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A wanted man sprung from jail |
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Slow in motion and shadow-less |
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The switch and the spurs |
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Every living thing with a fatal sting |
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Bark and rattle this curse |
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The rider hallucinates |
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The snapping hooves on the sand |
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Spits a venom dream, recalls a stranger scream |
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And a broken hand |
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The saddle spotted with sweat and blood |
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The poison pumps through his veins |
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There's no stopping this and now he's powerless |
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Still holding the reigns |
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Any pour souls who trespass against us |
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Whether it be beast or man |
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Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight |
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By those who inhabit this land |
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For their's is the power and this is their kingdom |
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As sure as the sun does burn |
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So enter this path but heed these four words |
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You shall never return |
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Any pour souls who trespass against us |
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Whether it be beast or man |
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Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight |
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By those who inhabit this land |
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For their's is the power and this is their kingdom |
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As sure as the sun does burn |
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So enter this path but heed these four words |
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You shall never return |
