Polish Horses (In Times of Peace)

CoverBy Mike Murko

I wonder where the polish horses go
in times of peace
when war is slow.

Hate away another day.
Buy some gold then
sell it as a fake.

Oh I’m trapped in the black hole now
I guess I’m hell-bound
I’ll take some pictures
on my way down.

Someone’s pulling the strings out here
in the land of shit where
the bull is king and
the lion quit.

When is it time to fight?
Strike with an iron fist!
What we lack in weapons
yeah we make up with grit!

Some say think small you know
you won’t be disappointed
won’t get anywhere but if it’s nowhere that you pointed
then you’re good.

Shoot for the moon and even if you miss
you’ll land among the stars.
up in heaven they
still play guitar.

They rode in on horses! They were special forces!
Took down tanks and danced the waltzes.

On a planet where guns grow
as fast as leaves.
What do do with all
the bad dreams?

Something I recommend –
only fight when you should.
Always be free
and think of these words:

Wonder where the polish horses go
in times of peace
when war is slow.

  • http://www.keatsway.com Ryan

    I believe the answers to your questions throughout this song are
    1) Think glue
    2) http://www.konpolski.pl/