Butchers Of Sky Valley

I know you're loving me baby
and I know I'm loving you too
but this strange cowboy love affair
don't care about you

There is no choking doubt
we have forgotten our names
yet we all find out on our knees
it's all the same

For loyalty is in the ritual
of love and death toying with you, beautiful

And your house of worship ain't enough

So turn on your heels and let the others follow suit
Hail your cursed unholy war
Leave the gentlemen at the door
Wake the anchors from their graves
There's a many souls to save

For it's not the moon or the foul
It's the dirty hands that make this a clean living