Horses - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

I’d be riding horses if they’d let me

Sleep outside at night and not take fright

I would ride the range and never worry

I would disappear into the night

Everybody needs an angel

But here’s that devil by my side

A death’s head ring upon his finger

Poor boy hanging on the light

They’ll be drawing straws inside the courtroom

As the sudden twilight turns to black

And torches burn into the sad eyes

On the wrong side of the track

Make those horses jump through hoops of flame

They won’t kick and they won’t scream

Let the good Lord do the driving

While poor boy sinks in the stream

Well, I can smell the campfires burning

But I’ll go out walking on my own

By day and night the world keeps turning

Frightened people hiding in their homes

Everybody needs his angel

But here’s that devil by my side

A death’s head ring upon his finger

Poor boy hanging on the light

And everybody needs an angel

But here’s that devil by my side

A death’s head ring upon his finger

Poor boy hanging on the light