Song parody of
Dead Horse
by Andy Squyres
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Here is my harvest of heartbreak
Here is my threshing of tears
I'd give you my dream but I lost it
Down in the locust years
Still praise is the song that I'm singing
Even though sorrow's my tune
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
Here is my secret miscarriage
Here is my public divorce
Nobody taught me to let go
So I learned how to beat a dead horse
Now all of my altars are empty
Except for this lone hallelu
The heat of your fire's just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child
We keep missing each other I'm in the liquor aisle
Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this
Either nothing is wasted or everything is
Here in the Holy of holies
Here by the blood of the lamb
Words I have said all my life and believe
but still I do not understand
But I want to live in your presence
However inopportune
The heat of your fire's just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
Here is my harvest of heartbreak
Here is my threshing of tears
I'd give you my dream but I lost it
Down in the locust years
Still praise is the song that I'm singing
Even though sorrow's my tune
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
Here is my secret miscarriage
Here is my public divorce
Nobody taught me to let go
So I learned how to beat a dead horse
Now all of my altars are empty
Except for this lone hallelu
The heat of your fire's just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
Hungry as a mother who cannot find her child
We keep missing each other I'm in the liquor aisle
Prostrated in your glory I am bowed low under this
Either nothing is wasted or everything is
Here in the Holy of holies
Here by the blood of the lamb
Words I have said all my life and believe
but still I do not understand
But I want to live in your presence
However inopportune
The heat of your fire's just a memory
But nothing is wasted with you
My love is only a whisper now
But nothing is wasted with you
