Clare Bowen — On A Rail

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Go take the candles
And burn all the papers
You take the thirty
I’ll take the peacemaker

I’ll give you my watch
If you go run, ring the bell
When they come to ride me on a rail
Set your sights high
Keep your head low

Nail that old door down
And bust out the window
It’s gonna be a cold day deep in hell
Before they come and ride me on a rail
Ride me on a rail
Ride me on a rail

Looks like I’m holed up once again
Ride me on a rail
Oh Lord forgive me all my sins

Oh come you don’t have to fly all around me
You followed too closely and now they have found me
Long before my head was up for sale

I knew they’d come and ride me on a rail
I knew they’d come and ride me on a rail
I know they’re gonna ride me on a rail
Looks like I’m holed up once again
Oh Lord forgive me all my sins
Looks like I’m holed up once again
Oh Lord forgive me all my sins