When the morning turns cold When the morning turns cold The question marks that dot my eyes Measure the breech from the warmth of the night When the morning turns cold I'll keep a lie I'll keep a lie and a promise to you When I keep a lie it becomes the truth I can keep a lie When a promise is kept When a promise is kept it matures When a promise is kept it matures A moment it's redeemed endures And the lie flourishes, flourishes [incoherent squawking] Tuck your cuffs into your boots Tuck your cuffs into your boots, a sharp look A sharp lookin' wrangler and I'm wearing your noose And I'm wearing your noose You sharpen your spurs You sharpen your spurs on my heart of stone Obliteration overload When the morning turns cold You tuck your cuffs into your boots [squawking]