your horse is ready to ride when morning comes. from this church town
where damning rumors drip from holy tongues. it wont go away. it wont go away. it wont go away. the fever to find a scapegoat fast and fix the blame. i know
you never meant to leave the way you came. it wont go away. it wont go away. it wont go away. lookin' down from there stained glass steeple. they'll never know why you had to run. ride as fast as you can
they're shootin to kill. ride as fast as you can
they're shootin to kill. ride as fast as you can
they're shootin to kill. ride as fast as you can
they're shootin to kill.
Lyric Context: suspect fled the scene - pedro the lion