Death Rides A White Horse
MARK LANEGAN · Black Pudding 2013 · Track 07 of 10
Written by Duke Garwood, Mark Lanegan
Cut your midnight black hair and roll you in the dirt Just slide the needle in until it doesn't hurt If death rides a white horse then I ain't seen him yet And I have seen some things that I can't soon forget
When death comes creeping in Oh he don't speak a word The heavens they don't part No trumpeter is heard When death comes creeping in
Not feeling any pain Just the rain upon my skin As I step down off the train Let the grinding wheel begin See the stars without number They shine without a name Only God knows where I'm going Only God can know my shame
Gonna cut your black hair Gonna roll you in the dirt Gonna slide the needle in until it doesn't hurt Cut your midnight black hair
If death rides a white horse then I ain't seen him yet If death rides a white horse