Picture a house
An old car out on the drive
Summer rain on blackened steel,
Blood upon de wheels
It’s a place where sorrow goes
It’s a place where nothing grows
A sun sitting, across my dreams,
My childhood fields
My daddy he was a hit man
He killed men for the pope
Things ain’t always black n white
As good men always hope
Mama heard him pull up outside
She prayed to the light
Oh dear god don’t let him in
He’s the men of sin!
When the devil comes riding…
Let him in!
There’s a woman in room 322,
Her scent is the desert sand
She lies awake, her dress is damp,
For the touch of the killers hand
I’m known as johnny london
Sometimes brother cain
I keep two leather boots on dusty road
Cos my, my soul is stained
When murders takes me else where
I’m sorry I’m not there
But father like son I’m just a host
For this unholy ghost
When the devil comes riding…
Let him in!
