Lyrics Thoroughbred - Emily Jane White

Thoroughbred

Your assault
Has been told
Even your breath
Takes a toll
Thoroughbred
Thoroughbred
Blood stained red
And I hold you like the dead
Copy paste is a sin, always on the run is better
I’ve seen you
Through and through
You wear me
Just like a noose
Like a noose
Thoroughbred
Eyes beat red
If charged you’re better off dead
I’ve seen you
Through and through
You hold me
Just like a jewel
Hold me, hold
Hold me, hold
Thoroughbred
Taken from the ledge
A horse’s head
Is lying in your bed
Hold me, hold
Hold me, hold
We’re softer than the light
Yet cold and dark as night
A farmer and a gun
You’re your father’s golden son
A horse is in your lungs
And this war it ain’t never won