Here they come around the bend
They’re too tight ain’t got nowhere to go
They’ve run her just the once
Now they are hoping for a better show
The owner’s here too know exactly how he will moan
We don’t need another stewards’
We might just have to let it go
Rules we need
Strict rules
We need
Whip rules
We need
When you ride a horse at speed
It must give you such a magic feeling
And I can not see the need
To give the beauty such a beating
Rules we need
Strict rules
We need
Whip rules
We need
I was cut up on the final bend sir
I had nowhere to go
And then mine just clipped the heels
Of the one in front with her leading toe
Rules we need
Strict rules
We need
Whip rules
We need
Hear me crawling through the car compound
After a better sound
House Martins up in the rafters
Laugh most of the year around
And a dedicated group is trained
To leave them at their matter
As the only ones who know the road
To where the bones are scattered
Rules we need
Strict rules
We need
Whip rules
We need
These guys go hard and slap you with mental instrumentals.
This is rifftastic and has some unexpected twists along the way. There's some giant cascading solos us guys appreciate and plenty of dynamism to boot!
A happy find and an enjoyable meditation as I observe dusk.
🤘🤘 Doom King
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