we're the boys jailed in a horse's skull.. we nailed our ears to a feral glittery drone.. the only thing that makes our blood feel like blood. is stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck..
Verse 1:. Ring out the gong again!. Carve out this hymn in skin!. When the party blacks out again. you're still eating headlines out of the newspaper bin..
stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture,. or is the vulture walking you?. mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine,. holding that diamond leash like the sabertooth queen..
Ride! Ride! Ride the crippled horse.. Ride the broken mare.. Ride the jaundice buck.. Ride the dead Pegasus.. . You're so fucked up, you're a fucking mess..