feel like you're in an erotic dream. Over & over, over 50 times, shut the curtains & close the blinds. Just get relax, sit back or lay, And let the wild horses
Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around his
next to me at the counter in the diner Said, "I used to be Wall Street but this is much finer," oh yeah He had a leather look on a steel horse Harley
in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover. Under the wall
risk, some brothers got weapons Yet you're still steppin', the beats' so funkafied And answer to the bone, people'll be dancin' alone Leanin' on the wall
got two Billy goats week 'fore last Till my snapper gets fixed they'll be cuttin' my grass Back hoein', scare crowin', shoein' my horse You know a horse is a horse
floor the Richard Serra Skate Park You waited since lunch It all comes at once Sit on the park wall, ask all the right questions While all the horses
book That has spelt out the future And from the depths I see a king arise arise With on his forehead many eyes eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse
b-boy badness Runnin' the show Clockin' the dough And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not I'm Kid Rock Flat top and all Not Michael Jackson spinnin' singing off the wall
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
bout I'm too sexual But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe Fuck you like I ate my vegetables knock it down for an hour and a half And
be in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of a
world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an
Eyes of the Vast Uranus for these Eyes have seen the horses of the Universe fade away Oh, Father (the) Fog of Nebula your faithful children have escaped The Walls
roll of the drum In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the mass of twelve welders The math of an elder, praise
with you, everything seems to be right Beyond belief When I awake and I find, that I am stuck in this place My back's to the wall completely Twenty wild horses
Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain around
In the very beginning I fell For so long I?d been waiting for one bell But a sleigh ride came through on the back there was you tugging the horses to