A Pale Horse - The Cult

Behold a grey horse

Death rides a pale horse

A crimson robed rider

With a whip in my hand

You in denim and leather

So louche and confused

With a wave in my hand

I’ll crush your sweet skill

Yeah, you don’t stand a chance

Mercy going to cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waiting

Hiding in the shadow waiting

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you

Behold a grey horse

Death rides a pale horse

A crimson robed rider

With a whip in my hand

You should have killed me the first time

Going to live to regret it

Well, you don’t stand a chance

Keep on, little hipster

Lord, have mercy

Going to cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waiting

Hiding in the shadow waiting

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you

Death hides in the shadows, you got the fear

Death hides in the shadows, you got the, got the, got the fear

Lord, have mercy

Going to cut you right where you stand

Love in the shadows waiting

Hiding in the shadow waiting

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting

Hiding in the shadow waiting

Love in the shadows waiting for you

Love in the shadows waiting, waiting for you