Coach and Horses
Orpheo McCord, Mark E. Smith
I looked through the 1860's window pane
I see coaches and horses moving around in the slashing rain
No fun
Coaches and horses movin' around
Coaches and horses movin' around
I go down and swear in every inn
I need the enter no service for you...I swear
The coaches and horses move around
I followed it into the late for delivery
Coaches and horses had their plumes on again
They say you can't come in, your coat infused
I swear to you everything I enter refused
They say no chemicals have been invented yet
In the 1860's again