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)
