Buck/Soundtrack

God'll Cut You Down - Johnny Cash Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made black and white What's done in the dark will be brought to the light You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down The Highwayman - Highwaymen I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five But I am still alive. Carry my Body Down - Nick13 How long can this journey go on? Will I find the place I'm meant to go? Will dreams fall down around us, just like the winter snow? Another year has come and gone. Will my luck hold on for one year more? I think of how far I have come, and what's been left behind. When will they carry my body down? When will they carry my body down? Will they take it from the river after I've jumped right in and drowned? Will they find it on the battlefield, on the spot I stood my ground? Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria - Past You could've been all I wanted But you weren't honest Now get in the ground You choked off the surest of favors But if you really loved me You would've endured my world ... Hang on to the glory at my right hand Here laid to rest is our love ever longed With truth on the shores of compassion You seem to take premise to all of these songs You stormed off to scar the armada Like Jesus played martyr, I'll drill through your hands The stone for the curse you have blamed me With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep

How High the Moon - Hillbilly Moon Explosion Somewhere there's music How faint the tune Somewhere there's heaven How high the moon The darkest night would shine If you would come to me soon Until you will, how still my heart How high the moon Bury Them Deep - Ghoultown Hot sun glares down on the street silence as deep as a Colorado gorge don't care where you been or where you come from it's just my job to be done wind in my face I love the burn dust drinks the blood of their tears I say goodbye but it don't mean much when shots ring like hits of a drum bury them deep and they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine