In the heat of the desert sun
 On the blistering trail
 An appaloosa and
 wanted man [bad word] from jail

 Slow in motion and shadow-less
 The switch and the spurs
 Every living thing with a fatal sting
 Bark and rattle this curse

 The rider hallucinates
 The snapping hooves on the sand
 Spits a venom dream, recalls a stranger scream
 And a broken hand

 The saddle spotted with sweat and blood
 The poison pumps through his veins
 There's no stopping this and now he's powerless
 Still holding the reigns

 Any pour souls who trespass against us
 Whether it be beast or man
 Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
 By those who inhabit this land

 For their's is the power and this is their kingdom
 As sure as the sun does burn
 So enter this path but heed these four words
 You shall never return

 Any pour souls who trespass against us
 Whether it be beast or man
 Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
 By those who inhabit this land

 For their's is the power and this is their kingdom
 As sure as the sun does burn
 So enter this path but heed these four words
 You shall never return