Gasoline Horseys (Live)

The flowers of evil

You left at my door

Set 'em in a broken glass

And tasted my own blood

Yes, your hair looks beautiful today

And gasoline horses will take us away

And charge forth with fiery manes

And bellies full of clocks

Four ton, and deaf and dumb

We poor dogs of god

Yes, your hair smells like sunshine today

And gasoline horses will take us away

One, two, three, check

Yes, your hair smells like sunshine today

And gasoline horses will take us away

Thank you