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

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