Flowers for the dead
Catacombs for the inner city fools
Death wish?
I want to ride the Black horse to heaven
and that white horse to hell
Dwelling among the ruins of a sado-masochistic society
Bah!  Bleed you bitch 
Spike me up again, baby
Horses, horses, horses
stopping by the wayside to gather
mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
White psyche contrasting with the black psyche
Invisibleman, take my hand
Can there possibly be a better land?
To hell with you and I
Spike me up again, baby
And do it right this time!
Dedicated to Sonnyman and all his blues