All the Good Horses

I'm riding in boxes
To a place in the sky
There's a floor above the ceiling
Of the island in my eye
I'm keeping my money
And keeping you in my mind
I've been waiting unwanted, unspared and alive

It's all the good horses
In graves of dead men
Litigating our divorces
And they hate all our friends
A harness of corset
Wrapped tight round my head
My mouths getting hungry
For the hand its been fed
My mouths getting hungry
For the hand its been fed

The grounds been shaking
Like the fists of the rich
At the feet of the broken
Like scratching an itch it can't fix
I'm down in the gutter
Feeling dead and getting stiff
And the clouds have been cryin'
While the suits have been throwin' fits

It's all the good horses
In graves of dead men
They litigate our divorces
And they hate all our friends
A harness of corset
Wrapped tight round my head
My mouths getting hungry
For the hand its been fed
My mouths getting hungry
For the hand its been fed



Credits
Writer(s): Colton Sanders
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