Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman - The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse | Текст песни

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Dead saint on my necklace
Whiskey in my hand
Razor in my pocket
Baby, I'm your man

I signed up to play and then it hit me
Got a nice leather jacket but it don't quite fit me
I welcomed back all those who quit me
But I'm leavin' tonight before they come and get me

Righteous men and scoundrels
Banded together to stop The Four
They burned witches, they pounded nails
Then The Fifth Horseman came and tipped the scales

Slow resistance, I have seen it
Yeah, I said that too but I didn't mean it
The word is war, you did not dream it
You made the mess but I'm gonna clean it

Righteous men and scoundrels
Banded together to stop The Four
They burned witches, they pounded nails
Then The Fifth Horseman came and tipped the scales

Jaw teeth as knives to snatch the greedy
And plead the cause of the poor and needy
Been savin' up to finally purchase
The courage to harm those who deserve it

Righteous men and scoundrels
Banded together to stop The Four
They burned witches, they pounded nails
Then The Fifth Horseman came and tipped the scales

I'm not there yet but I'm gettin' close
I eat gravel at the side of the road
I smell of blood and kerosene
What's rarely done is rarely seen.

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