The Switch And The Spur - The Raconteurs
consolers of the lonely
one, two
in the heat of the desert sun
on the blistering trail
an appaloosa
a wanted man sprung from jail
slow in motion and shadowless
the switch and the spurs
every living thing
with a fatal sting
bark and rattle this curse
the rider hallucinates
the snapping hooves on the sand
spits a venom dream
recalls the strangest scream
an unbroken hand
the saddle spotted
with sweat and blood
the poison pumps through his veins
there's no stopping this
and now he's powerless
still holding the reins
[instrumental]
any poor souls who trespass against us
weather it be beast or man
will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
by those who inhabit this land
for there's is the power and this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
so enter this path but heed these four words
you shall never return
any poor souls who trespass against us
weather it be beast or man
will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
by those who inhabit this land
for there's is the power and this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
so enter this path but heed these four words
you shall never return
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