O.D.

The man with the glass in his eyes
Is on the bed
He's so quiet, is he sleeping?
Or is he dead?

He told me to bring in the saddle and horse
Which he scored
He thanked me for bringing them in
And he closed the door

The cries and the scream that was heard
From behind the wall
Suddenly silence was heard
I heard nothing at all

Come with me buddy now
Fold your hands down and bow your heads
The man that was trapped by the horse
Now is pronounced dead