Punch time
Clocking out
Happy hour
Happy doubt
No rest
Even on the couch
Day in day out
Slowing to stop
Pushing paper
Abandoning child
Growing the crop
Neglecting all the people
I love
I had so much power
Souls been spent by the hour
Heap coals of fire on my head
All of the horses are dead
They're dead
There's no
More in the stable
No will no more able
They've run wild off the table
All of the horses are dead
They're dead
Ooh
All of the horses are dead
They're dead