Rode along,
with seven horses of despair,
another song,
was sung through the air,
priests that lie,
making us all believe it,
no one saw,
the only soul that did.
Yes, she did.
She took it with a,
hook that cut us up.
Briliant lie,
seen through the evil man,
blue eye,
it's something I don't understand,
faking it,
now there's man who's got the point.
Yes he did,
And she took it with a,
hook that cut us up.
