A black horse
A booze mouth
A cold room
A fine master
Raising in the sky
A slave offering
In a paranoid city
An old ritual
A pair of greasy eyes.
He red what he could do to
He said ok to that
He bought a golden glass
He put it in the window
And he pushed the button
So the master was rissen
And he turned off the screen
So the citizens desapeared
And he saw his hands again
And the deal was done
And he knew nothing must bother
The cold - blooded house.
