[ Featuring the Half-Empties ]
Well, there are debts you play with silver
And others you pay with lead
And if you cannot settle your scores
Then you'll surely end up dead
They'll send a horse to fetch your soul
Carved from turquoise with a silvery mane
A horse like you never seen before
But I guarantee it knows your name
Saddle up your turquoise horses
He'll carry you out across the sand
Up to the mountaintop
And it won't be til you reach the peak
That the horse'll be inclined to stop
It's there that the fallen rider
That first tamed the turquoise steed
Will draw out a golden scale
To weigh your soul against your deeds
Saddle up your turquoise horses
Well, being up there in the blinding snow
Watching the rider's hand
Will make you wish you'd clean your dish
Back in the desert land
Cuz if your soul outweighs your deeds
You'll know true eternal wealth
But if your deeds are tipping the scale
You'll be carved into a horse yourself
Saddle up your turquoise horses
Saddle up your turquoise horses
