Roadhouse Ruse from Bulldada's Tavern by Bulldada

You'll never see me coming
Riding on a black diamond
Got trouble in my left hand
Talk about all the formal answers
Diviner of the desert
Coming down from my mountain

Swamp
Water delivers it
With tunnel vision it swallow
Bit
For it hath spoken
A little venom you become no one

Road
House
Ruse

(Let us continue on)

Through its reflections
You'd glimpse just to see
My self reflections
Abandoning me

Road
House
Ruse

Beneath this cursed soil
The Time Warden sleeps
And dreams up his new lie
The thought of porcelain Porsche's
Murderous horses
And thunderous thigh highs

Death
Mask
On

Heaven on the ol' dirt road

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