A Horse Called Golgotha
Call the boy, he's down the hollow. Cull the tide, distill the rye. Now it's time for medication, stallions on the eiderdown. The stained horizon ablaze with revolvers, stampedes and bridles. Exorcise the family demons, stallions on the eiderdown. The stained horizon of dark rein and rider, the steed named Golgotha.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Running out of time again Where did you go wrong this time? When your problems overwhelm you Go get drunk, it's party time Take a Quaalude, relax your mind Relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away No one wants you, and you wonder why? Sitting there with your mouth full of beer Your eyes are glazed, your face is red Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm Selling your body for another fix Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight? You're running out of breath again You're an old maid, but you're only 15 You're losing your little girl's charm Cry all night but you'll never get it back Don't be afraid, it's not too late Save yourself, I need you here Wearing off, wearing out I can't think about it cause it makes me sick Sitting there with your mouth full of beer Your eyes are glazed, your face is red Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? Not me. When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm Selling your body for another fix Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight? Not me, not me...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025