The Horse

I am just waiting in a room I only sleep but half the time I am berating onlookers now Silently greeting pleasant eyes Hello I am just waiting in a room My mind will slip from time to time I am relaying from the roof now Messages bouncing from the wires It's another day of fucking up a racehorse Water mains will rinse off the mud Burn away the mark of our maker now While we're alive I am just waiting in a room My body lets the tale unwind It tells how money turns the world around This body welcomed its demise It's another day of fucking up a racehorse Water mains will rinse off the mud Burn away the image, pull the blinders down And with hope, a sound will mean the end Our monikers Are phrases uttered His was wakes the others His family is dead They follow close to our tail How are we gonna save ourselves? They follow close to our tail How are we gonna save ourselves? How are we gonna save ourselves? Lasix, Selenium Thrush, rain rot, Premarin Dragged by the nose Trotted out for the motorists Foal scours, paralysis Puncture site abscesses Sodium pentobarbitol Euphoriants Glutamine, Zithromax Cialis, Celebrex No one is safe 'Till my horse wins again The bastard strangle of This hateful world Is a captive bolt gun We're disposable Why are we so angry? Why are we so bored? Why are we so angry? We can't say no, not anymore Why are we so angry? Why are we so bored? Why are we so angry? We can't say no, not anymore 'Till my horse wins again