This horseman had a tan
He was a wonderbread man
Convenience killed the planet, and it gave him all he had
He held a picket pitchfork and he wore a red tie
He tied it to a tree and lynched away his little life
His ego stopped him seeing that a hand was up inside him
Perfect puppet for the preacher, feed him money, keep him talking
Oh, who's behind the curtain?
Who's doll's house are we sat in?
45 horsemen down, now, what else are you planning?
PREACHER
Oh, I have to confess
I'm sick of preaching peace to death
You can't sell sin to the sane
I never signed up for your game
PREACHER
Oh, I digress
Everything I just said, I guessed
Are you an angel guiding your kin?
Or the devil shrouded in skin?
This horseman had a frown, it was upside down
The clown you hate to love, and a boy inside a man
Like his partner in crime, he too wore a tie
It was blue though, barely used, but enough to drag him higher up
Higher, higher, oh higher as we are kept low
Using our heads as stepping stones
Watch him go straight into the sun
A tapestry of modern day mythology is spun
PREACHER
Oh, I have to confess
I'm sick of preaching peace to death
You can't sell sin to the sane
I never signed up for your game
PREACHER
Oh, I digress
Everything I just said, I guessed
Are you an angel guiding your kin?
Or the devil shrouded in skin?
God save the queen
Land of the free
God save the kids
Land of the rich
PREACHER
Oh, I have to confess
I'm sick of preaching peace to death
You can't sell sin to the sane
I never signed up for your game
PREACHER
Oh, I digress
Everything I just said, I guessed
Are you an angel guiding your kin?
Or the devil shrouded in skin?
God save the queen
Land of the free
God save the kids
Land of the, land of the, land of the, land of the
PREACHER
PREACHER
PREACHER
PREACHER