Riders
Horses comin' over the ridge
What a pretty sight
I spy
A palomino in the front
But somethin' isn't right
Slack-jawed
Meat hanging off the bones
Death in their eyes
Four scraggly riders on their backs
And only open plains
Nowhere to hide
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride
Where the green runs deep
And the river's wide
They cross a threshold
And come inside
Without permission, against your wishes
Flyin' across the night sky, it's auspicious
Drawing down the moon
This time
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride
What a pretty sight
I spy
A palomino in the front
But somethin' isn't right
Slack-jawed
Meat hanging off the bones
Death in their eyes
Four scraggly riders on their backs
And only open plains
Nowhere to hide
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride
Where the green runs deep
And the river's wide
They cross a threshold
And come inside
Without permission, against your wishes
Flyin' across the night sky, it's auspicious
Drawing down the moon
This time
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride
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Writer(s): Adam Michael Turla
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