DESCRIPTION:
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(Moon)
There's a gang of hooligans due on that train arrive at high noon,
Who knows what you will or wont do? when a six-shooters aiming at you,
Like a raver jumping though hoops, escape that razor or that noose.
But the moonshine they producing is drug distribution.
Useless pollution, introducing the solution...
New sheriff just moved in, but them outlaws coming soon,
They draw guns like a cartoon when shoot up the saloon,
blood fill up the spittoon, you hit that high pitch without the auto-tune.
Natives worship dirt and they howl at the moon.
Sharpening spears for the battle will ensue,
whether with the settlers or the train robbing crew.
You know what to do. Cliche villain tying y'all to the tracks.
We rip knots in half for the have-nots and haves.
Walking on that lost and forgotten path,
Ripping knots in half for the have-nots and haves.

Chorus:
Waiting on the time that high-noon arriving,
Riding the sunset in to the horizon.
One man's sunset, Is another man's sun-rising
Learn from loss, there's no chance to revise it. (x2)


(Laz)
All thanks to the sky- warriors dance under the sun's noon
Crying Wolf the Thundercub, born under a Bloodmoon
Skinwalker, windtalker, spit a roast to the hoof
Paint my face up like the ghost of a wolf
call me the Wendigo, we was once a peaceful people
chill in teepees, pack a peaceful pipe of diesel
Settlers bring disease and evil
They claim a Christian God, they worship money
They took my land, took my children, took my wife from me
My way of life from me
before I join the horizon, make poison arrows from the bones of a bison
In sweat-lodges talk to ancestors, obsessed with the knowledge
Get my mind right in sessions with Shamans
A cold night fell on the plains, insane storms
Home on the range, raid stagecoaches and wage wars
War crys from the hunters, they was dressin to kill
And dropped the first enemy that crested the hill HIGH NOON

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Tumbling weed comes tumbling through,
like a scene from a dream that never comes true.
Just stirring up dust like tumbleweeds do
Stirring up dust, like tumbleweeds do. (x2)

(Chorus)

Subsoil is:

Mooney Faugh - Vocals
Laz Green - Vocals
Wil McKenna - Guitar, Vocals
Ted Ladwig - Keyboards
Adrien D'Angelo - Bass, Vocals
Jay Priest - Drums

Special Guests:

Bill Smith - Saxophones

Lyrics written by Mooney Faugh & Laz Green
Music written by Wil McKenna
Performed & Co-Written by Subsoil

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