The Black Rider

So come on in; It
ain't no sin Take off
your skin; And dance
I'll drop you off in
around your bones
Harlem with the Black
Rider. Out where the
bullets shine

But do take heed, for a devil’s

deal, is but a fool’s deed
 I want to take you out to the fair.
Here’s a red rose, ribbon for your hair
I’ll shoot the moon right out of the sky,
for you baby, I’ll shoot the moon..
For you..
For you..
If father denies us of our all,
Seeing you are not a huntsman,
Our tears will fall,
To make love grow,
The briar and the rose
Oh but Willhelm my love
We like a briar and a rose, withstand all
powers that stand to part us,
I tried to tear them both apart,
I felt a bullet in my heart
Haha easy said,
Less easily done
I shall put down my pen,
And pick up the gun
And.. so he goes hunting,
And the bullets tatters
trees.

G ! ! BANG!
BA N !
BA N G ! !

I cant believe i missed every shot!

 It takes much more than wild courage
Or you’ll hit just the tattered clouds

I just want you to be happy

You must have just the right bullets That’s my only wish
And the first one’s always free.
I’ll fix your wagon
and your musket
And the spoon will
have his dish.

And I shudder at
the thought of your
Poor empty
hunter’s pouch

So I’ll keep the wind from

your barrel
And bless the roof of your
house
 Just like marijuana leads to heroin

You think you can take

Them bullets or leave ‘em, do you?
Well, now, we all have those bad days
when you can’t shoot for shit. The more of them mag-
ics you use, the more bad
days you have without
them

Just save a few for your bad days

But it comes down finally to all

your days being bad without the
bullets
You’ll have a couple good days,
maybe more..
It’s magics or nothing
Time to stop chippy-ing around and kidding
yourself,

Kid, you’re hooked, heavy as lead

That’s the way the stomach

rumbles
That’s the way the bee bumbles

I’ll shoot the moon down for

you baby,
Even if if it takes my soul.

You must be careful in the forest

Broken glass and rusty nails
If you’re to bring back something
for us
I have bullets for sale
 Be you angel, fiend or spirit,
I need more bullets for the
banquet.

I know not what you

want, but you shall
have it.
Betrams last request My bullets aren’t for
is that I shoot at the free
banquet. There’s a question of
my fee

Six are yours, and hit the

mark..

One is mine, and hits If that’s the way the

the dark. needle pricks I’m given
three shots so I will use
them

I guess that’s the way

the glue sticks
I like the odds and for
love I’ll take them.

As the vulture flutters down

As the snake sheds his dove Wilhelm’s cutting off his fingers
So they’ll fit into his glove

For Wilhelm can’t wait

To be Peg Leg’s crown
As the briar is strangling
The rose back down

You see, some bullets is special for a single aim

A certain stag, or a certain person

And no matter where you are, that’s where

the bullet will end up
And in the moment of
aiming, the gun turns into a
And point where the bullet
dowser’s wand
wants to go

BANG!!
The prettiest girl
Is in a little country town
In all the world
And I told her
I’d see her around
But that Bonnie lass
Had a heart of glass

So don’t cry for me

For I’m going away
And I’ll be back some lucky day