Mojave Song lyrics

Broken bone and liar's lead

Caught off guard and left for dead

Luck keeps turning as the light begins to dull

And by healing hands I'm saved

Pulled from my shallow grave

I can feel reprisal aching through my skull

Set my sights on shining spires

Set out on the highways tired

On the desert sands and ruined roads I roam

And this old lonesome road

Shall bring me what I'm owed

These new empires on old stones shall be my home

Under the Mojave sky

I find a flag to fly

To tip the odds and rig the game

Deal another hand and play

Every card a shift of circumstance

Let every bettor stake their claim

Deal another hand and play

Stack the deck, I'm letting nothing fall to chance

Atop the glistening tower

Watching the struggles for power

The house sees every deal

Within this town

Behind the gangs and the walls

Keeping a close eye on all

Old secrets buried in the underground

To tip the odds and rig the game

Deal another hand and play

Every card a shift of circumstance

Let every bettor stake their claim

Deal another hand and play

Stack the deck, I'm letting nothing fall to chance

Lumbering across the west

Ruined treasures repossessed

Resurrect the old soul of America

Laws and labour, structures tight

Memories of faded might

Resurrect the old soul of America

And oh

The bear is roving across the west

Shadows loom

All go soon to war

From the chaos comes form and order

From the many comes the one

Out of the east prowl upon the borders

Come to crush and overrun

Brutal the bull, gouge out the weak

Tongue of tyrant at the core

Force of ancients, strike down the meek

Raise the flags, the banners of war

The banners of war

So tip the odds and rig the game

Deal another hand and play

Every card a shift of circumstance

Let every bettor stake their claim

Deal another hand and play

Stack the deck, I'm letting nothing fall to chance

Scattered strays who've lost their meaning

Brotherhoods who hide and horde

Followers of help and healing

The addicted lost and scorned

The secluded rumbling thunder

And the spite of prison bars

And the vengeful eyes of wells run dry

That watch me from afar

Someday the change will come and wash the doubt away

The heart of the desert will beat harder on this day

• Artist:Miracle of Sound
• Album:Level 10