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We walk this path alone
Threadbare with empty chest
See a man dead in the saddle
I'll take his horse, hope for the best
And through us all it travels
One toll of an ancient bell
Ripples through time everlasting
Like coins in a wishing well

So you don't like them folks none
Blow 'em off with the butt of your gun
Leaving scars for the generations
Not aware what it's doing to you
Just scrape yourself off the sole of their shoes
And all the time there's a gun in your wallet

When I make my last decision
It will be with no religion
Ground will take me back again
The Moon receives our spirits risen

One sound goes on forever
A tie that binds us all
We'll stitch it back together
With silver needles and silver thread
And through us all it travels
A toll of an ancient bell
Ripples through time everlasting
Like coins in a wishing well

Hard won, hard fought wars
Find out what heaven was made for
Knocking hard on the iron clad doors
Not aware what it's doing to you
Just scrape yourself off the soles of their shoes
And all the time there's a gun in your wallet

When I make my last decision
Ain't gonna be with no religion
Ground will take me back again
The Moon receives our spirits risen

Lord please spare me your religion
It always seems that I'm in chains
It seems to lack all of your wisdom
To live my life with wealth as my king

Someone always needs to be in chains
For those on top to be untouchable
I find that challenging to my faith
And slipping through an open door
Better watch your back for sure

Lord please spare me your religion
It always seems that I'm in chains
It seems to lack all of your wisdom
To live my life with wealth as my king

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