Horses from Hard-Boiled by Candy Ambulance

I hope someday
Someone photographs me
Looking at you

During your performance
Thrill you with my romance
Romani
Eyes on me

Nothing matters now
I joined the church
Could be helping
Or we could hurt

Give a voice
Wringing hands
angry in the backseats
Of different touring vans

I had wanted
To scream with women
You reminded me that



I want
To leave in pieces
All the folk who called you fag

Steal horses
Steel horses
Steel horses
Steal horses

We came for your horses

(Chorus)

Eat our dust
Heart is rust
Because you made him
Lick it up
I’m a slut
Because you made me

We came
for your horses

Crooked paintings and borrowed dreams of you
A song I wrote in the past
You were working on triangles
I was smoking in the bath

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