Bill - On the run (dark country, orchestral)

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And Bill continues where Joe left off. On the run, we hope you can enjoy these tunes boss.

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Lyrics:

Whispers haunt from stars above
Alien metal, cursed love

Strummin' that fiddle 'neath a ghostly moon
Whiskey sings a lonesome, haunted tune
Cosmic trinket buzzed like a rattler’s bite
Bug sounds etched our fated plight
(Like cicadas when hell rides the plain)

Called the Overseer, six-gun at my hip (Soul began to rip)
Machine spun wicked tales, lettin' reason slip (Conscience left to drip)
Watched her shift as coyotes howled (Truth I can't deny)
Joe and I drink 'til the reaper prowls (Time refuses to die)

Pourin' shots for Joe, hands a-shake
Sees her creep in whiskey's wake
Walls close in like worn saddle sores
Dreams trapped behind creakin' doors
(Like venom when you're far from town)

Overseer watches through grit and doubt
Overseer watches through grit and doubt
Two cowpokes with no way out

Called the Overseer, six-gun at my hip (Soul began to rip)
Machine spun wicked tales, lettin' reason slip (Conscience left to drip)
Watched her shift as coyotes howled (Truth I can't deny)
Joe and I drink 'til the reaper prowls (Time refuses to fly)

Spurs jingle as dark forces seize control
Powers chime in a bottomless hole
Grit won't mend our bitter plight
Mandibles agape force us to bow tight

Saddle up, Joe, no time to waste
That beast tracks us through a cursed place
Overseer's comin', we can't abide long
Ride 'til we find where lost hearts belong