In the heat of the desert sun
On the blistering trail
An appaloosa and
A wanted man sprung from jail
Slow in motion and shadow less
The switch and the spurs
Every living thing with a fatal sting
Bark and rattle this curse
The rider hallucinates
Snapping hooves on the sand
He spits a venom stream
Recalls a stranger scream and a broken hand
The saddle spotted with sweat and blood
The poison pumps through his veins
There is no stopping this
And now he's powerless, still holding the reins
Any pour souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer a bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power and this is their kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
Enter this path but heed these four words
You shall never return
Any pour souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer a bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power and this is their kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
Enter this path but heed these four words
You shall never return

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