They road black mares Satchels with whatnot Uncanny kind around ‘em Smell like smoldering bonfire Drifting over the paddock Roam Please roam my friends Roam these lands Please roam Roam Please roam these lands Roam, my kin Don’t hold in Roam Please roam my friends Roam these lands Please roam Roam Please roam these lands Roam, my kin Don’t hold in...Learn More

We know we spend to much Stimulant, wretched lust We know; Quick luck Come crying when the numb is ending Come crying when the feel is gone Black, covers the things we’ve done Shadows overrun the innocent Pleased, fed our pride and greed When tired when weak in the knees Come crying when the numb is ending Come crying when the feel is gone Come...Learn More