"Leather is our Armor"
Our horses growl. They roam, and they prowl. They used to neigh, And eat hay, But they were too fickle Compared to nickel. We tore out their wires, And remodeled their frames. Now we sleaze Through the breeze. Leather is our armor, And metal is our horse.
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