[singer A] His boots are scuffed from dusty roads Each step a tale nobody knows The leather creaks a song so low But they ain't staying here no mo' [melodic interlude] [singer B] If you were a hunter I'd be the game If you were a player I'd lose the game [singer A] These boots are walking away Away Not here to beg or stay Oh no way The soles are tired The path is clear These boots are done with holding fear [transition] [singer B] Your lips are torture Your lips are torture Your lips are torture Your lips are torture [singer A] The buckle shines like a fading star They've danced through nights in smoky bars The tread remembers every scar But they won't linger where you are [instrumental] [singer B] If you were a school I'd be the fool If you were a hammer I'd be the tool [singer A] Oh the ground may shake The wind may howl But these boots move on They won't back down [singer B] Your lips are torture Your lips are torture Your lips are torture Your lips are torture
