Lyrics Silent Type - Dispatch

Silent Type

Rode our horses in the pelting rain over the graves of the last war
Rooster was on a tare about something he’d seen the night before
Then he went quiet, when his horse stopped still in the night
I guess every now and then he the silent type
From a ramshackle shotgun house we heard a woman just a screaming a name
Said why’d they take him Lord, he hasn’t done a thing
But in that moment seemed god slipped out of sight
I guess every now and then he the silent type
I guess every now and then he the silent type
Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
Further up the trail we came to ghastly sight
A man hanging from an old oak tree, for looking someone in the eye
I asked the governor but he ducked back from the light
I guess every now and then he the silent type
I guess every now and then he the silent type
Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
We gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall