Ride! Ride! x4 Ride the crippled horse. Ride Ride! Ride the broken mare. Ride Ride! Ride the jaundice buck. Ride Ride! Ride the dead Pegasus. Ride Ride
crippled horse. Ride the broken mare. Ride the jaundice buck. Ride the dead Pegasus. You're so fucked up, you're a fucking mess. Ride the naseous horse
scene. And names like belmonte, dominguin, and manolete, If I live to a hundred and eighty, I shall never forget what they mean. (for there is surely nothing more beautiful
TIME) Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects Where the jackals sit and watch the PEDAGOGUES last flesh Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad Black horse
were green. He had the nerve and he had the blood, And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud. One day I was riding in a beautiful land I run
one) Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad Black horse
His beauty as He opened the crack That captivated my nature and kept me coming back He gave me taste buds to taste of freedom to love And to delight in His loving kindness through Jesus' blood
skin liquid slid through Blood trickled to her lips the drug hit to The cotton shooting' carpet rat cut needle up the nostril Brother Harry Jones and
