Against a Crooked Sky

nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete

we were ridin through the valley of death

we were three men strong from the town of Abilene

the smell of whiskey on our breath

the first man was a con who had cheated all his life

the second was a fiend of no repent

the third man was I who would murder for a price

a trio you could bet was devil sent

chorus:

we were bound for somewhere new

to steal more lives

riding on the midnight wind

against a crooked sky

as we rode on through, the moonlight crept above

nocturnal eyes watched all around

we never rested once, we had no time to waste

on the wings of greed we were bound

we laughed as we went, all the hell that we'd wrought

on all those who got in our way

not one hour before, we snuffed another life

the blood still fresh upon our blades

the wind came from the west, it whipped from side to side

a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks

for a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes

but slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky

and there before us stood a posse bathed in black

their steeds nothing more than rotted bone

their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked

to shred the skin upon our backs

one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice

[your reign of evil is done]

[you may ride a crooked sky but death does too]

[the blood on your hands is your own]

we were bound for somewhere new, condemned to ride

forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky