Dusty Horses Video (MV)

I hear the stories of endless sun
Of dusty horses, and heroes with guns
But it seems like here in the clouds that I'm under
Just lightning and fear and perennial thunder

I hear the voices of dead men sing
They say to rejoice in the freedom death brings
They say that it's easy, no longer a sinner
No body so greasy, and nothing within yer

I could've took a bullet in the back of the head
I could've hit a train or eighteen-wheeler instead
But I looked outside to see the flowers ain't dead
And the sun was shimmering on the lake by my homestead

These old rhymes seem to matter the most
Took me a long time to exorcise those ghosts
And it's still on the line, cos with every show poster
I feel like I'm lying

I could've took a bullet in the back of the head
I could've hit a train or eighteen-wheeler instead
But I looked outside to see the flowers ain't dead
And the sun was shimmering on the lake by my homestead