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(wheeew) (ahhhh) The
dust settles
on the broken street.
Walking through this ghost town
The shadows start to speak
Phantoms of the old days
Making dry bones weak
He remembers what he did
When the whiskey
burned his head
No, what he did is not okay Lifting up that heavy leather
belt
Whipping his own boy in the dark
Fleeing from the sting he felt
Now the zombie
cowboy cries
With poison tears in dead eyes
In the ruins of the small town school
The phantom memories rise
He sees the boy cower on the floor
Underneath the desert skies
He wants to wash the blood away
But the past is here to stay
He felt bad, oh he felt the cold remorse
A wicked father on an undead horse
You can't outrun the things you did
When you broke the spirit of your kid
The phantoms fade... Tears in his eyes...
In the dust...