Lyrics
"Gypsies of the 1800s
Believed strongly in spirit transferring
And making dolls for which a soul would make worldly sanctuary
After death"
Yeah! Illegitimate son of a scarecrow
Pebble romancer, tiny dancer
Misappropriated muse of the necromancer
A fancy, aged overcoat for the hand of half a man
Me-oh-My, Oh!
Moldy gingerbread boy on the lamb
Rain blamer, cub tamer
Pain swallower, house haunter
Shanty renovator, Elevator dismantler
Deer with no antlers
Figurine, in-between death and dream
Blowing steam up the skirt of the dark angle
Mottled and mangled, scar-spangled
Precariously dangling over the pit of hell gripping an angle wing
Banging things together, to scare off all the jackals
As I run, terrified, into the wide opened eye of a the black hole
Unverified, no documents or ID
I defy scientists to define me
I'm the disintegration of your paltry civilization
I'm the 4-headed Horseman!
"4-headed Horseman?"
Yeah! I'm the 4-headed Horseman!
"4-headed Horseman"
Horseman of the apocryphal acropolis
Stampeding through your toppling metropolis
Bringing home rancid bacon
Blowing plagues into the trade winds
Instating vagrants into powerful positions with manifold minions
Selling oils and superstitions to
Attorneys, physicians and politicians
Puppeting priests and pontiffs while they deny my existence
I'm the pastor of the blind flock
I'm winding the dying clock
I'm dying the mortal cloth
I'm decrying the portal God
Do you now who I am?
"4-headed Horseman?"
Yeah! I'm the 4-headed Horseman!
Abandon ship
Evacuate to the porta-pod
I'm not sorta odd, I'm absolutely spooky
Watching silent movies backwards
Blindfolded in cold jacuzzis
I am the pie-needle
The cyber vermin
The sinking steeple
Luring behind the peephole
Cursing the passing people