I am the token fiend you read about in the bible 
The kind that would come and ruin a miraculous scene 
You had the distinct privilege of being my rival 
And we took the thrill of a fight and it turned it into a 
creed 
So call all your horses off 
Sing out the names of the brave 
And rise up from whence you came 
And come back to reload rifles in the rain 
They say that you could force a field into your vision 
And unfurl a banner that reads "you are coming with me" 
Don't think too long, too hard, or ask for permission 
But don't buy the myth that nothing's gonna get in the 
way 
So call all your horses off 
Sing out the names of the brave 
And rise up from whence you came 
And come back to reload rifles in the rain