Slowing down or picking up the pace Blindside drawn by the wrong charade Talk is cheap out here selling dimes You dropped the quarter; jack o' nines Heads are gone, fools rush in No sight of me No sight of me Reflections cast the ripples pull Striking gold upon the motherland 'Til you come across another lie Rolling hills the tears that cry Your heads just gone But you don't mind blindly Can't you see? Pull up your boots Ill-fitting suit You've got all the time to lose To pay your dues I'll pay mine ♪ Now you're moving towards a bitter sigh You're pushing daisies to the western mind You're bumming through the open wide Your freedoms just an alibi Your heads just gone, but I don't mind Without me Without me Pull up your boots Ill-fitting suit You've got all the time to lose To pull up your boots Ill-fitting suit You've got all the time to lose To pay your dues I'll pay mine ♪ Pull up your boots Ill-fitting suit You've got all the time to lose To pull up your boots Ill-fitting suit You've got all the time to lose To pay your dues I'll pay mine