Lyrics
Hook me up to the wagon and I'll pull you around
I won't buck or sass, yeah I won't even make a sound.
Oh master, Dear owner
Don't hit me. My bones hurt
Oh Master...My bones hurt.
And if you pray for the souls of horses
You'll be a villager stuck in town
You'll be bound by hidden forces
like Dillinger you'll be found.
You'll be found, you'll get shot, and then you'll die
Hook me up to the carriage and I'll give a guided tour.
I'll obey all stop signs and pretend like I'm not sore.
Oh master, Dear owner.
Don't hit me, Give water.
Oh Master...Give water
And if you pray for the souls of horses
You'll be a messenger without sound
Secrets told to hidden sources
Like Dillinger you'll be found
You'll be found, you'll get shot, and then you'll die.
The bombs are all falling. Better run for cover.
Heaven or Hell, now chose one or the other.
They're gonna find you.
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