Fury in the slaughterhouse

Riding on a dead horse

Fury in the slaughterhouse

I'm out in the streets
I'm feeling pretty save
I don't know
where to go

I miss the warm sheets
of my narrow city cave
I am drivin' slow
stop and go

she said her love is deeper than I know
is it so, that's what I'm aking myself

it's ten past ten
I stop for some gas
a pack of cigarettes
and a chat with the moon

the city disappears
I am counting my miles
it's cold outside
tonight

she said her love is deeper than I know
is it so, that's what I'm asking
she said her love is stronger than herself
is that so, or am I just riding on a dead horse

riding on a dead horse

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