A Pale Horse

The Cult · Choice Of Weapon [2012]

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 of my hand

I'll crush your sweet skull

Yeah you don't stand a chance



Mercy, I'm gonna 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

Crimson robed rider

With a whip in my hand

Should have killed me the first time

Gonna live to regret it

Yeah, you don't stand a chance

You poor little hipster



Lord, Lord have mercy, I'm gonna 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

And you got the fear

Death hides in the shadow

You got, you got, you got the fear



Yeah Lord, Lord have mercy, I'm gonna 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

Love in the shadows waiting

Love in the shadows waiting

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you