Lyrics

Fire, brimstone, flame
It's all the same
You'll never change
The whip cracks down
I've always like to frown
Clear the path, with rockets

You shoot rockets, I spout flame
You shoot rockets, I spout flame
Just walk away just walk away
They shoot horses, don't they?


Gather up your alms and leaves
Bury your mother with your tears
It's the same dirt, under you and I
The same excuse, the fear

You shoot rockets, I spout flame
Just walk away Just walk away
They shoot horses, don't they?
Your throat is torn red, like banners
You're on parade, for all you did
For all our guests, sad and cold
Dying bold, dying bold
They shoot horses, don't they?