Everyway

I feel something coming on
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone

We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse (ooh-ooh)
On the shores of Assateague
And then blood on our hands
Up to our elbows (ooh-ooh)

At least we're all in this horse together

I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone

And the wooden nickel
We took in the divorce of rider and corpse, was by the book

It's a habit of force

Straight from the source
And by the book

Every way, every day (ooh-ooh)
Every way, every day (ooh-ooh)
I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)