Thoroughbred - Emily Jane White

Your assault

Has been told

Even your breath

Takes a toll

Thoroughbred

Thoroughbred

Blood stained red

And I hold you like the dead

Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better

I’ve seen you

Through and through

You wear me

Just like a noose

Like a noose

Thoroughbred

Eyes beat red

If charged you’re better off dead

I’ve seen you

Through and through

You hold me

Just like a jewel

Hold me, hold

Hold me, hold

Thoroughbred

Taken from the ledge

A horse’s head

Is lying in your bed

Hold me, hold

Hold me, hold

We’re softer than the light

Yet cold and dark as night

A farmer and a gun

You’re your father’s golden son

A horse is in your lungs

And this war it ain’t never won