The Fifth Horseman Of The Apocalypse - Tom Morello

Dead saint on my necklace

Whiskey in my hand

Razor in my pocket

Baby I'm your man

I signed up to play and then it hit me

Got a nice leather jacket

But it don't quite fit me

I welcomed back all those who quit me

But I'm leavin' tonight before

They come and get me

Righteous men and scoundrels

Banded together to stop The Four

They burned witches they pounded nails

Then The Fifth Horseman came

And tipped the scales

Slow resistance I have seen it

Yeah I said that too but I didn't mean it

The word is war you did not dream it

You made the mess but I'm gonna clean it

Righteous men and scoundrels

Banded together to stop The Four

They burned witches they pounded nails

Then The Fifth Horseman came

And tipped the scales

Jaw teeth as knives to snatch the greedy

And plead the cause of the poor and needy

Been savin' up to finally purchase

The courage to harm those who deserve it

Righteous men and scoundrels

Banded together to stop The Four

They burned witches they pounded nails

Then The Fifth Horseman came

And tipped the scales

I'm not there yet but I'm gettin' close

I eat gravel at the side of the road

I smell of blood and kerosene

What's rarely done is rarely seen