Put my girl on the line, the morning lights are one.
They resent her sweet love, she'll throw them all out.
She leaves a rope by the door!
It's a way to keep them on their toes.
Kiss them all away for me my dear, ride in on your DEATHHORSE & save me. I know you!
Put my girl on the line. It's cold in here & you've got black-stained teeth from chewing coal hearts. She leaves a trail of dead behind & with the morning light it's safe to go outside .
Got to find a way to kill the white horse.
Kiss'em all away with your deathblow.
Make'em go away, make it safe again.
Baby brought a gun to a knife fight.
Leave a trail of dead behind as a warning sign.
I've got to get my girl on the telephone.
