Grant-Lee Phillips - Hidden Hand lyrics

Set your wooden horses to roam In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave Sooner or late You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate Oh the silver hearse is in wait And she revs outside a' the gate Ah, sooner or late Sooner or late To be snuffed like a flame By the hidden hand of fate Set your nuclear rockets ta' aim When ya mingle riches and faith The rules of the game Sooner or late… Set you're fields of poppies aflame In your one god's heavenly name Ah, sooner or late Sooner or late You'll be plucked like a fig By the hidden hand of fate Set your wooden horses to roam In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave Sooner or late You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate To be snuffed like a flame By the hidden hand of fate Plucked like a fig By the hidden hand of fate By the hidden hand of fate