Gasoline Horseys

The flowers of evil

You left at my door

Set 'em in a broken glass

And tasted my own blood

Yes your hair looks beautiful today

Gasoline horseys will take us away

They charge forth with fiery manes

And bellies full of clocks

Four ton deaf and dumb

We poor old dogs of God

Yes your hair smells like sunshine today

Gasoline horseys will take us away