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)