Chris Volpe the dark horse

I met a knight in armor yesterday
And he was as shiny as the sea
Baked in a gold-plated August evening
Riding on the blackest midnight mare
He raised a conch shell to his lips
And through it, blew a kiss
But we go
On and on, and on and on
And on and on and on
With these games we play
These games we play
Living in a freak parade
With these games we play
I grabbed the tail of the heavenly beast
And we passed through echoes of time
Surfing rippled reels of rhyme
Waterfalls of molten steel spill
But keeping in rhythm with the course
Of our beloved darkest horse
And we go
On and on, and on and on
And on and on and on
With these games we play
These games we play
Living in a freak parade
With these games we play
On and on, and on and on
And on and on and on
With these games we play
These games we play
Living in a freak parade
With these games we play