The Cult — A Pale Horse

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Behold a grey horse
Death rides a pale horse
A crimson robed rider
With a whip in my hand
You in denim and leather
So louche and confused
With a wave in my hand
I’ll crush your sweet skill

Yeah, you don’t stand a chance
Mercy going to cut you right where you stand
Love in the shadows waiting
Hiding in the shadow waiting
Love in the shadows waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you
Behold a grey horse
Death rides a pale horse
A crimson robed rider
With a whip in my hand

You should have killed me the first time
Going to live to regret it
Well, you don’t stand a chance
Keep on, little hipster
Lord, have mercy

Going to cut you right where you stand
Love in the shadows waiting
Hiding in the shadow waiting
Love in the shadows waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you
Death hides in the shadows, you got the fear
Death hides in the shadows, you got the, got the, got the fear
Lord, have mercy

Going to cut you right where you stand
Love in the shadows waiting
Hiding in the shadow waiting
Love in the shadows waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting
Hiding in the shadow waiting
Love in the shadows waiting for you
Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you