The Path to Win It All

[intro] heat on the horizon silence in the dust a row of new tombstones warning of the curse feeling the danger coming through the dirt [verse] dust on the trail sun sinking slow boots in the sand something starts to glow [verse] whispers in the heat air turning colder a hungry grain serpent made of tangled mess of al dente [chorus] that grain serpent rising curling through the plain aim true single shot but the fork in the path to win it all [bridge] hands on the holsters six shooters drawn aiming at the pasta beast before the light is gone showdown at sundown noodles in the wind cowboys stand shaking waiting for it to begin [chorus] that grain serpent rising curling through the plain aim true single shot but the fork in the path to win it all [verse] no one can breathe no one can hide the serpent made of noodles pulls from every side [chorus] that grain serpent rising curling through the plain aim true single shot but the fork in the path to win it all [outro] night falls heavy serpent fades slow balls of meat settle quiet into the quiet belly of the gunman, Wyatt