Highway Man

The road’s a ribbon

Running through the moorland

Bright violet lightning

The highway man comes riding

Riding, riding, riding

You see his cloak

Of claret velvet

You hear the rhythm

Of his heartbeat

When he comes riding

Riding, riding, riding

Ahhh

Now let me tell you

That the lawless

Are not lawless

But that they write

Their own codex

And this man’s morals

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 evening air

Oh she is longing

To be riding, riding, riding

Ahhh

And now the cops are called in

The cops burst in

The cops are looking

For him

And they are turned on by their duty and the woman’s tender beauty

They surround her

One’s got a dagger

They try to kill her

She pulls the trigger

Shoots them down one and one

Always knew to keep a gun

In a society

Where the authorities

Are sickened

Now she is running

Now she is running

And he is riding

Down that highway

In the lightning

In the lightning

His love blood throbbing

Her love blood pouring

Down the highway

Down the highway

Down the highway