Atomic Horses

The black mushroom soot seeks the clouds
From the toadstool, atomic horses pop out
Horseback riding fallen skeletons return
Back to the kingdom where they all belong

We do the crazy walk
Yeah, we do the crazy talk
And we do the crazy walk
We do the crazy talk

A dolent father counts the empty graves
Afar a rebec plays notes from staves
Votive candles crackle aloud
In the kingdom where orange blossoms sprout

We do the crazy walk
Yeah, we do the crazy talk
And we do the crazy walk
We do the crazy talk

Unearthly goshawk mangles a tedious dove
Just below atomic horses arrive in a shove
The scent of clove on the horse’s reins
The landscape coated in sudden flames

We do the crazy walk
Yeah, we do the crazy talk
And we do the crazy walk
We do the crazy talk

Wicked muddy stallions neigh to sacred trees
Where hanging corpses twist in harmony and peace
Ovid’s song has been played here after forged
In the kingdom where the dead are purged