The Cult - A Pale Horse

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 ow

Mercy gonna cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waitinHidin' in the shadow waitinLove in the shadows waitin' for you
Love in the shadows waitin' waitin' 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
Well you don't stand a chance
You poor little hipster oh
Lord have mercy
I'm gonna cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waitinHidin' in the shadow waitinLove in the shadows waitin' for you
Love in the shadows waitin' waitin' for you

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Love in the shadows waitin' for you
Love in the shadows waitin' waitin' for you

Death hides in the shadows got the fear
Death hides in the shadow
You got the got the got the fear

Yeah lord lord have mercy
I'm gonna cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waitinHidin' in the shadow waitinLove in the shadows waitin' for you
Love in the shadows waitin' waitin' for you

Love in the shadows waitinHidin' in the shadow waitinLove in the shadows waitin' for you
Love in the shadows waitin' waitin' for you