Ride Like The Devil's Son - Antemasque

Dust storm whispered in my ear

Your turn to take the bullseye

With the fulsome praise of jack straw crows

Knock knock knocking at my door

But after twenty years I hang my spurs

On the perch of these telephone wires

They used to drag on Cuban heels

With true North in their compass

Wandering in circles, with nothing left to lose

Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes

The bible, yes the bible is the truth

Can you read my palms?

Can you read my heart?

Can you read my lips?

Can you read my thoughts

When I close my eyes

And I ride

And I ride like the devil’s son

With vultures flying overhead

And pecking at my carcass

They cauterize those highway lanes

That lead us out of darkness

Wandering in circles

With nothing left to lose

Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes

The bible, yes the bible is the truth