Dust bowl, White sprayed. Dead Dog in a Coward’s Raid. Town wheel, Beat Down. Death, came, Draw, down. High Plains, Pale horse. New face on a Ancient Force Hell Came, Blunt Case. Vote paid, Misplaced. Big Bang, No splash. Dig in and a preacher dash Found gold, big thrall. For, tune, play, call. Brave girl, on Horse. Big Risk and painful course Called out, Dance trap. Head shot, Boot strap. He’s a sinner. He’s a vigilante. He’s a beacon. He’s a perpetrator. He’s a saviour. He’s a cruel victim. He’s a preacher, He’s the pale rider. Stand off, Ghost Town. La Hood, in big showdown. Stockburn, picked-off. Inveigle, eye’s locked. Dumb-found, stuck boots. Seven shots and an absolute. Shout out, love called. Pale rider, moth balled. He’s a sinner. He’s a vigilante. He’s a beacon. He’s a perpetrator. He’s a saviour. He’s a cruel victim. He’s a preacher, He’s the pale rider. He’s a sinner. He’s a vigilante. He’s a beacon. He’s a perpetrator. He’s a saviour. He’s a cruel victim. He’s a preacher, He’s the pale rider.
Lyrics by John Berry