Tin Cross And Black Boots

Tin cross on his chest, it don't mean a thing
Shining in the dusk like a serpent's sting
He rides into town, black boots on the board
Every step a whisper: "Justice can't be ignored."

But justice here ain't blind
It's bought with whiskey and lies

Tin cross and black boots, walking hand in hand
Preacher in the pulpit, gun in his other hand
Hymns twisted to threats, prayers drowned in gold
The devil wears a badge, and his heart's ice cold

Outlaws on the gallows, their sins on display
While the sheriff's own crimes hide in shadowed clay
The townfolk bow their heads, scared to raise their eyes
When faith turns to fear, the truth's where it dies

But justice here ain't blind
It's bought with whiskey and lies

Tin cross and black boots, walking hand in hand
Preacher in the pulpit, gun in his other hand
Hymns twisted to threats, prayers drowned in gold
The devil wears a badge, and his heart's ice cold

But justice here ain't blind
It's bought with whiskey and lies

Tin cross and black boots, walking hand in hand
Preacher in the pulpit, gun in his other hand
Hymns twisted to threats, prayers drowned in gold
The devil wears a badge, and his heart's ice cold