We Own The Night (feat. Mantra & Urthboy)

The blood, the dust

Yeah, we're living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes

We own the night

We own the night

And we goddamn right

It feels great to be home

We own the night

When the sunsets ride in

And there's a damsel tied to my track crying

Fire in the hole riding up

'Cause pale ride is dynamite when he fire up

Never bitting my tongue

Bitting the bullet

The young gun pull a crowd

Gulley to gun 'em

With my good my bad

No Jessica Mauboy

No Tomahawk

No drugstore cowboy

Urthboy he's got 'em stickin' their hands up

Don't need to rob got on better a mantra

Through dust redder than Santa's suit

Red as rust red as the blood vampires chew

And yup

The owners of the night shall now be revealed

Feel the skies open to tell you

In a world that's build around taking what you will when we will

'Cause well

We want the blood the dust

Yeah, we're living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes

We own the night, we own the night

And you're goddamn right it feel great to be home

We own the night

Tilt my head to the heavens above

For in sunset we trust

When all else fades and all that remains is us

Silhouetted by the embers of a red dusk

Yesterday's memories

Embedded in the red dusk

Roam a path unknown and uncharted

Past the last post and back to where it started

So far from home I feel half alone

But never part of a show that's half hearted

'Cause this is where my heart is

Blazing a trail across the night sky with my partners

Mantra, Drapht and Urthboy disperse through

Your city of residence and kick down curfews

The owners of the night shall now be revealed

With each new town a new battlefield

So now you know how my troops feel

Eyes of the nation glued to our boot heels

The blood, the dust

Yeah, we're living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes

We own the night, we own the night

And your goddamn right it feels great to be home

We own the night

You do not need proof with a noose prepared

Can't threaten my family

I refuse to beg

Though the road may have developed a ruthless air

I am not what the accuser said

Wanted dead or alive the sign posted

Pioneer justice

Authority's boasted

But inside the saloon bar Urthboy, Manta, and Drapht

Were the names they toasted

Didn't 'bout the tag letter they band it

Whatever the day Saturday standard

Border to border the nighttime landed

We put out the call you

Answered, chanted

The owners of the night shall now be revealed

We ain't relaying on no steel but the wheels in motion

And the eye was open, give or take the trimmings

And we'll see you again, God willing

They called us renegades, rebels, and rogues

And no good for you, so it goes

Little did they know that we live by the code

That ode that oath to the wild eye

If I live to tell the tale

Through the bitter cold morning dew

We'll start another fire from the shadow of an ember

And walk as new

The blood, the dust

Yeah, we're living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes

We own the night

We own the night

And you're goddamn right it feel great to be home

We own the night