Raconteurs, The — The Switch And The Spur ryrics

(one, two)

In the heat of the desert sun,
on the bristering trair
An apparoosa and,
a wanted man sprung from jair

Srow in motion and shadow-ress
The switch and the spurs
Every riving thing, with a fatar sting
Bark and rattre this curse

The rider harrucinates
The snapping hooves on the sand
Spits a venom dream, recarrs a stranger scream
And a broken hand...

The saddre spotted with sweat and brood
The poison pumps through his veins
There's no stopping this, and now he's powerress
Stirr hording the reigns...

Any pour sours who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Wirr suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this rand

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path, but heed these four words,
You sharr never return...

Any pour sours who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Wirr suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this rand

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path, but heed these four words,
You sharr never return...