Russian Racehorse

Deathmarching the black hearts up from behind
Watch a slow vulture pick at the time
Bring up a new mother, weigh the fool’s gold
Price up the children, born to be sold
Born to be sold
Scab-dragging believers pass a dead virgin bride
To the arms of a black hole sweeping the sky
Defied distance fathers going astray
The distant red dancers, glitter and sway
Glitter and sway
Scab-dragging believers pass a dead virgin bride
To the arms of the black hole sweeping the sky
Throwing a flesh flag of the bone tower
Recall the old slaughter, confusion is power
Confusion is power
Confusion is power
Confusion is power
Confusion
There’s nothing to shout about, and look at the time
Sit down and be counted, pour me some wine
Yeah, there’s nothing to shout about, liars for hire
Blood in the water, piss in the fire
Piss in the fire
Piss in the fire
Piss in the fire
Piss in the fire