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Silver Spurs and Hollow Graves

[Verse] Riflemen wait in the cattails Soon to be payin' their bills One way or the other We all pull our demons from their mothers Send their regrets and regrets Riflemen lie in their beds They all have their anthems And they don't know no one's listenin' Turnin' their rules on their head They don't listen [Verse 2] Here we go Bang Bang And there you lay I guess you won't need those spurs where you're goin' Mm-mm Unscrewed your silver boot spurs Greed does cynical work My friend wantin' dividends The painted gold is in I know silver could kill him [Verse 3] Richard lay dead in his grave All for some silver's trade Merchants turn predator Did the Guineamans think they could do it? I carried my friend from his grave They opened it [Bridge] Here we go Bang Bang And there you lay I guess you won't need my leathers where you're goin' [Chorus] You're Icarus son before captain And I know how it happened Mm-mm You can die a salvager But it's always circled back to earth Father And it's the Shellbacks that share it [Verse 4] Silver does everything Houses in Aspen hills Repugnant pugilists Back to the old gang of Guineamen above me They don't know it's all faux It's all funny