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Out in the Desert

from Wasted Saints by The Waxies

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lyrics

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

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from Wasted Saints, released March 15, 2012
C. Bardallis & The Waxies

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