Feed the Horse

Abandoned cattle free they are

Abandoned cattle near and far

Hobble aimless in their brutal freedom

Surely safety comes in numbers

Spoke one nightmare to the others

You might live we vegetate someplace beyond all reason

Everyone′s driving

Some people are flying

Where's my horse?

School is shut the pupils are screwed

Haunted forever haunted by you

Whose lonely presence not to be put down

Whose lonely bed is in every lonely town

No touch no smile no talk no rhythm no fun no light no luck no wonder it′s dark

Everyone's driving

Some people are flying

Where's my horse?