Six horsemen came to take him out He knew what they were going to bring about His dreams and the truth ran down the drain The river turned bleak in a hushed complain When passing the trees behind silent hill Night fell thick and seven horses stood still Fear twisted his soul and he became hollow Where he now rides, death will follow Get in line and listen to Uncle Sam: A dead man's body doesn't give a damn Lost lives might be for your eyes to see But better it be him, than you and me