Deck the Warhorse

Desperate times
Desperate men
Different means
Simple ends
Some may scurry
Under stares
Taking stance
What’s waking them
Some have God
Some are left
Left and lame
Encourage them
Razor tongued
A rebel hung
It’s someones biggest day
Oh yeah
Digitized
Ditty men
On his side
Nothing gained
Cross too bare
Some are lost in roles
Sorry man
It’s not my war
I’m done back there
All is soiled
I am done
Beating on another
Deck the horse
Deck the warhorse
Feed their mouths
Make them proud
Died have I
In different ways
Pivotal he reigns again
Yeah
Oh no
What happened back there
What happened