Blind Horse

I got the keys to the city

When I got my skin, my bones

I call the dark sky pretty

There is grit I'll never know

I use my hands to rock the cradle

You use yours to rule the world

One more blind horse in the stable

One more naive little girl

Oh and lucky are the ones

For whom the shoe fits right

Lucky are the pretty

The wealthy and the white

Lucky are the babies

Sleeping through the night

Lucky are the ones

Who get to watch the fight

I crawled my way across the country

Overturning every stone

Peering down to the in-between

There is grief I'll never know

Lucky are the men

For whom the shoe fits right

Lucky are the pretty

The wealthy and the white

Lucky are the babies

Sleeping through the night

Lucky are the ones

Who get to watch the fight

To be dipped in gold

To be dipped in ice

The referee is calling it

A fair fight

But I'll tell you now

They rigged the race

With coins on the horses

Leading first place

First Place

Oh and lucky are the ones

For whom the shoe fits right

Lucky are the pretty

The wealthy and the white

Lucky are the babies

Sleeping through the night

Lucky are the ones

Who get to watch the fight

I got the keys to the city