Our horses are fast, they breathe fire. Our morals are coarse, yet stable, our faces rugged and taut. We don't uphold the law, but we are known to engage in acts of vigilantism. When you're sittin' around the table, you can bet we're holdin' aces 'cause luck rides with us. When it all goes down, stay close, when the dust clears and the job is done, we'll part as friends.