Buzzard Boys Video (MV)

Pick up your pistol. We're heading to town
It's right for the pickin when the sun goes down
I got a chip on my shoulder and spit in my eye
There's a score to be settled in the midnight hour
What a peach of a hand. What a daisy you are
Blood on the window. Pour it in my cup
Spin those revolvers. Light a cigarette
Cards on the table. Cast all your bets
Black hearts black hearts
Hold no remorse
Black hearts black hearts
Hold no remorse
A light from nowhere on the empty tracks
A kaleidoscope of souls, the ghost train is back
To claim all the ones who've died at our hands
Going nowhere forever til we meet again
Tickets in our jackets and a watchful eye
Sooner or later the look runs dry
Spin those revolvers. Light a cigarette
Cards on the table. Cast all your bets
Black hearts black hearts
Hold no remorse
Black hearts black hearts
Hold no remorse
Look all around. They're all afraid
With Sebastians in town, there's hell to be paid
These boys here are watching. They're waiting for me
Without a single thought about where you just might be
If you were made free Lord surely you'll see
To the cost of your sons that they may never breathe
Dead hearted fools on a ship of despair
But you know I'll still be fair
You know I'll still be fair
Now we've made more like us
I can't let them feel like us
Oh, once you see through to purpose within, I know you'll agree
All that is life is what we tell ourselves and you've told a hell of a story