The Visitor Songtext
von Rum Runner

With lead running dry
Three bullets to his name
He splays the other half clip
In time with Riley′s brain
In a blood splattered suit
Charles Wood in pursuit
The one alive is free with
His brother left for loose

The law was on his heels
And they'd trace him to be seen
It doesn′t take to rest him
So neither did he
And he showed at the cabin
A dust dying breath
Last lit a candle
In his last cigarette


He emptied his pockets
A wallet and watch
A six twenty six
And a half bottle of scotch
Two pairs of black boots
Garnet key to room eight
And a dress on a coaster
And a Colt thirty eight

He went at the walls
As the hours they slipped
Through the bite on their tiptoes
With fingers to their lips
With a step at the front
And a rough at the door
To his hand to his seat
And his feet to the floor

Two shots
Well two shots were fired
At the scholars in the wedding
That took away
Gun smoke
Gun smoke and a punch to the hilt
The visitors stepped in from the night
Well you can all slug at the dead
They don't give a shit when
They've already been pumped full of lead

Riley stepped into the light


Took his killer′s gun
Replaced his cigarette
And a smile
And he pissed with the man
Recovered his loot
And he added fresh blood
To the blood splattered suit
Took him up by his feet

And feet in his head
He blew out his throat
And he left him
Left him for dead

And he left him for dead