Lyrics Ride Like The Devil's Son - Antemasque

Ride Like The Devil's Son

Dust storm whispered in my ear
Your turn to take the bullseye
With the fulsome praise of jack straw crows
Knock knock knocking at my door
But after twenty years I hang my spurs
On the perch of these telephone wires
They used to drag on Cuban heels
With true North in their compass
Wandering in circles, with nothing left to lose
Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes
The bible, yes the bible is the truth
Can you read my palms?
Can you read my heart?
Can you read my lips?
Can you read my thoughts
When I close my eyes
And I ride
And I ride like the devil’s son
With vultures flying overhead
And pecking at my carcass
They cauterize those highway lanes
That lead us out of darkness
Wandering in circles
With nothing left to lose
Carved on a mountain where a pale horse writes
The bible, yes the bible is the truth