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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “I can feel my fearless horse Drawing wind between my thighs But the rhythm of his hoofbeats I urge quicker in my mind I’ve got to catch a crooked lawman And I’m nippin’ at his heels I’m gonna give him one right through the lung And watch him get the feel Two days ago to get his kicks He’d slithered to the bar And with his trigger finger itchy Met my friend to play some cards Cross words over too few poker chips Crossfire in the center of town My best friend raised an empty hand And the lawman, the lawman shot him down Out in the desert I’ll bury him deep Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean I’ll burn every moment the coward runs free And I’ll feed that white-hot flame until I am redeemed I don’t keep a fire Against the chill of desert night And I don’t sit for coffee While I wait for morning light I don’t stop to piss While that sheriff still breathes air I’m eagle-eyed for his dust cloud Hound-nosed for his despair Sometimes squinting in the sun Plays tricks on desperate minds Now a vision of two children Dances right before my eyes As I reach out to touch their faces I slide sideways in the saddle And realize lyin’ in the dirt That my mind, my mind is half the battle Out in the desert I’ll bury him deep Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean I’ll burn every moment the coward runs free And I’ll feed that white-hot flame until I am redeemed I’ve got him cornered in the canyons Frantic predator turned prey He stands ass-deep in rattlesnakes As I stand with pistol raised When I take away his trigger finger And aim to take his life I’m haunted once again By children standing by his side Then I blast a hole in his silver badge And the children melt away But I get no satisfaction As I watch their father fade They say a man with vengeance In his heart must dig two holes One is for his enemy And the other, the other is his own Out in the desert I buried him deep Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean I burned every moment the coward ran free And I burn now divided between hell and redeemed Out in the desert I buried him deep Some semblance of ceremony to get my hands clean I burned every moment the coward ran free And I burn now divided between hell and redeemed from Wasted Saints, released March 15, 2012 C. Bardallis & The Waxies“
