Lyrics:
that's a fact
A hundred yards from the winning post
The horse fell down must have seen a ghost
But there's a place where I still win
That is still my
Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds
Are all the same to me.
Horses on post and kids and ghosts
Are spirits that we ought to set free.
Then city
Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds
Are all the same to me.
Horses on post and kids and ghosts
Are spirits that we ought to set free.
Then city
Your story got stale post-the first time
Flogging dead horses made of petty crime
She's not worth it, she's not worth it
Keeping eyes on the time so they
Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds
Are all the same to me
Horses on posts and kids and ghosts
Are spirits we ought to set free
Them city slicker
Well we loaded up our rifles
Got to our posts
Settled our horses
And cleared the coast
Me and my men have been sober days
Laying down dynamite for
to the trading post
Got a pack horse loaded up with hides
Steps in to see the man inside
"I got furs, skins, a little meat, too
Here, I got a good piece just
and the garden post
You can lead a horse to the water's edge
But you cannot force it to drink
Which is not to say if it had a choice
It might prefer to swim
How
and the garden post
You can lead a horse to the water's edge
But you cannot force it to drink
Which is not to say if it had a choice
It might prefer to swim
How
we won't
Remember this
Crawl 'til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me
Tie those horses
To the post
the Party!
"Post party, post race, post creed!"
He rides a horse called American Need!
Keep it in the Party!
He'll purge this town of Old D.C.
Keep it in
Gambling man sees the horse and post
Gambling man wants least and most
Gambling man sees jeans and lace
Wise man always holds the ace.
Got an Alien Space
Tie up my horse to the hitching post
Dust off my boots
Shake off my coat
The promise of popcorn and dirty jokes
I cough up my nickel to see the show
Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds are all the same to me
Horses on posts and kids and ghosts
cre spirits we ought to set free
City slicker pickers
to the road
Left it all behind
Rewind
An old man sings me a song about love
On a steel post, a worker's glove
Wild horses gaze, I stop to see
A stranger's laugh
the same
I make you mine
There's no other way to go
Burned through every season
I can't take it anymore
Gonna cut the lines
Tear the man down from his post
I hitched up my horse to a post on the right
I went inside with my collar open
He was an outlaw and I a wanted man
Bang! Now it's time to die
Guns in
this
Crawl 'til dawn
On my hands and knees
God damn these vampires
For what they've done to me
Tie those horses
To the post outside
And let those glass
the name of Patanio the story begun
I'll tell you a story that will thrill you, I know
Of a horse that I owned down in New Mexico
Swift as an antelope
to breathe loud (brrt)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I'm the A-B side
Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave
But I don't
on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
We want them, we want them Black Horses on the whidip
Grind Hard everyday get them digits
Post and pivot, this is my reality
Ballin out ain't no caps
or the mcdonalds across cross
Whatever; i'm too fly for this shit, pegasus horse horse
Bitch, they call me hugo cuz i'm the BOSS
Yeah i want to live like post
Sipping on 'dutchy' in a ghost estate
Post-apocalyptic economic waste
These are our corners
These are our streets
And we'll takeon anyone we meet
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