Highway Man

The roads are ribbons running through the moonlight Bright violet light flick, the Highwayman comes riding Riding, riding, riding, riding You see his coat of clay velvet You hear the rhythm of his heartbeat When he comes riding, riding, riding, riding Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Now let me tell you that the lawless are not lawless But they do ride down cold backs And those man's laws, they orbit around his love for a woman She is waiting at the roadhouse, waiting for her loved one Tying a blood-red love knot in her long black hair Leaning out the window into the pulsing air And she is longing to be riding, riding, riding Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah And now the cops have called in, the cops have been The cops are looking for him And now a man on bloody duty and a woman's fair beauty Chase the red man on skeleton dagger They try to kill her, she pulls the trigger Shoots them down one and one, no one is new to give a gun And now society, where the authorities are sickened! Now she is running, now she is running And he is riding down the highway In the lightning, in the lightning His love blood flowing, her love blood pouring Down the highway, down the highway, down the highway Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah