Death Rides a White Horse

Cut your midnight black hair And roll you in the the dirt Just slide the needle in Until it doesn't hurt If death rides a white horse Then I ain't seen him yet And I have seen some things That I can't soon forget When death comes creeping in Oh, he don't speak a word The heavens, they don't part No trumpeter is heard When death comes creeping in Not feelin' any pain Just the rain upon my skin As I step down off the train Let the grinding wheel begin See the stars without number They shine without a name Only God knows where I'm going Only God can know my shame Gonna cut your black hair Gonna roll you in the dirt Gonna slide the needle in Until it doesn't hurt Cut your midnight black hair If death rides a white horse But hell, I ain't seen him yet If death rides a white horse