The Horse

I am just waiting in a room

I only sleep but half the time

I am berating onlookers now

Silently greeting pleasant eyes

Hello

I am just waiting in a room

My mind will slip from time to time

I am relaying from the roof now

Messages bouncing from the wires

It's another day of fucking up a racehorse

Water mains will rinse off the mud

Burn away the mark of our maker now

While we're alive

I am just waiting in a room

My body lets the tale unwind

It tells how money turns the world around

This body welcomed its demise

It's another day of fucking up a racehorse

Water mains will rinse off the mud

Burn away the image, pull the blinders down

And with hope, a sound will mean the end

Our monikers

Are phrases uttered

His was wakes the others

His family is dead

They follow close to our tail

How are we gonna save ourselves?

They follow close to our tail

How are we gonna save ourselves?

How are we gonna save ourselves?

Lasix, Selenium

Thrush, rain rot, Premarin

Dragged by the nose

Trotted out for the motorists

Foal scours, paralysis

Puncture site abscesses

Sodium pentobarbitol

Euphoriants

Glutamine, Zithromax

Cialis, Celebrex

No one is safe

'Till my horse wins again

The bastard strangle of

This hateful world

Is a captive bolt gun

We're disposable

Why are we so angry?

Why are we so bored?

Why are we so angry?

We can't say no, not anymore

Why are we so angry?

Why are we so bored?

Why are we so angry?

We can't say no, not anymore

'Till my horse wins again