Everyway

I feel something coming on

A disease or a song

Call the captain, long gone

We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse (ooh-ooh)

On the shores of Assateague

And then blood on our hands

Up to our elbows (ooh-ooh)

At least we're all in this horse together

I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)

A disease or a song

Call the captain, long gone

And the wooden nickel

We took in the divorce of rider and corpse, was by the book

It's a habit of force

Straight from the source

And by the book

Every way, every day (ooh-ooh)

Every way, every day (ooh-ooh)

I feel something coming on (ooh-ooh)