Dark Horse
Well I feel like a rubber band
Stretching thin as my patience
You pull me close to kiss my hand
Then push me far back as you can
I've met your reincarnate
And I'm not a fan
When I knew you, well I knew you with a gun in your hand
You were an outlaw
You were my friend
I guess I'll see you when the moon's blue again
There's a frail silver lining
There's some coin in the can
When you find me
I know You'll be leaving your man
The doorbell screams and knocker chants
And you're standing on my porch with a bottle of gamble
And my trammel has fell unglued
The stairs are escalators up to my room
The garments exhale and loosen and
The carpet is welcoming to their removal
So I shot six shots at the moon
Gonna make that old man dance
The shadows laugh and loom
Taunting "You ain't got a chance"
Call it a dark horse
Call it a fluke
Call it down to the ground for the hounds to exhume
And we'll pull you from your tomb
I guess I'll see you again when the moon turns blue
As if it were something I'd never heard
She said, "You'll never shake those nerves
When you have hung this town for another crowd
Your dessert will be served
I hope you've brought severance
Hope you've brought your appetite
Cuz once we force feed your pride
Then the next course arrives"
So I don't put much stock in the lull
Cuz the sonic bull
Is never far behind
Stretching thin as my patience
You pull me close to kiss my hand
Then push me far back as you can
I've met your reincarnate
And I'm not a fan
When I knew you, well I knew you with a gun in your hand
You were an outlaw
You were my friend
I guess I'll see you when the moon's blue again
There's a frail silver lining
There's some coin in the can
When you find me
I know You'll be leaving your man
The doorbell screams and knocker chants
And you're standing on my porch with a bottle of gamble
And my trammel has fell unglued
The stairs are escalators up to my room
The garments exhale and loosen and
The carpet is welcoming to their removal
So I shot six shots at the moon
Gonna make that old man dance
The shadows laugh and loom
Taunting "You ain't got a chance"
Call it a dark horse
Call it a fluke
Call it down to the ground for the hounds to exhume
And we'll pull you from your tomb
I guess I'll see you again when the moon turns blue
As if it were something I'd never heard
She said, "You'll never shake those nerves
When you have hung this town for another crowd
Your dessert will be served
I hope you've brought severance
Hope you've brought your appetite
Cuz once we force feed your pride
Then the next course arrives"
So I don't put much stock in the lull
Cuz the sonic bull
Is never far behind
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Writer(s): James Jackson
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