The H.O.S.T
Horsemen
The sun rose up, it was hot and dryThe wind is whistling while these mean horsemen rideThey will start a fire, and shoot the sheriff downAnd spread their lies. 3 shadows on the sand,They never have a planThey will kill again any enemy or friendThey're looking for, looking for salvationThey ride ride ride farawayTo escape the cavalryMy boots for some water, my hat for the sunMy gun for defense, there's blood on my hands, we're goneDon't step outside. Run and hide. When 3 horsemen ride.They are used to rotten skulls, banging bonesSmashing heads, their guns never cold with a fierce laughFor the dead ones.They spit on the floor, take off their hatsAnd down the horses, people run like rats with fear in their eyesThe horsemen have arrived.They ride ride ride farawayTo escape the cavalryMy boots for some water, my hat for the sunMy gun for defense, there's blood on my hands, we're goneBut never for a long timeHey!
From Letras Mania