[Lyric] Secret (Tim Smith's Spratleys Rats)

We are all suffering for her
Familiar hands are too white
No guessing needed
I feel nothing

My friend killed a horse
She isn't even cryin'
Sobbed my black hand
Clean as England

We swill dine together
Willingly all keen and
Also ordinary

I thought you well
I thought you were frightened
I thought you were dead
Killed in the head

And yours is secret and
It's terrifying and it's
So ordinary
He not sall know to march
He is pursy, he is foundered
Don't you are ashamed to give me a...

A jade as like?
He is undshoed
He is with nails up
Is all with nails up

Here is a horse who have a bad looks
All keen and also ordinary