Horses coming over the ridge
What a pretty sight
I spy a Palomino in the front
But something isn't right
Slack-jawed
Meat hanging off their bones
Death in their eyes
Four scraggly riders on their backs
And only open plains
Nowhere to hide
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride
Where the green runs deep
And the river's wide
They've crossed your threshold
You come inside
Without permission
Against your wishes
Flyin' across the night sky
It's auspicious
Drawing down the moon
These times
So let 'em ride
Let 'em ride