The sun rose up, it was hot and dry
The wind is whistling while these mean horsemen ride
They will start a fire, and shoot the sheriff down
And spread their lies. 3 shadows on the sand
They never have a plan
They will k** again any enemy or friend
They're looking for, looking for salvation
They ride ride ride faraway
To escape the cavalry
My boots for some water, my hat for the sun
My gun for defense, there's blood on my hands, we're gone
Don't step outside. Run and hide. When 3 horsemen ride
They are used to rotten skulls, banging bones
Smashing heads, their guns never cold with a fierce laugh
For the dead ones
They spit on the floor, take off their hats
And down the horses, people run like rats with fear in their eyes
The horsemen have arrived
They ride ride ride faraway
To escape the cavalry
My boots for some water, my hat for the sun
My gun for defense, there's blood on my hands, we're gone
But never for a long time
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