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Lyrics based on "They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?", written by Horace McCoy.
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They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?
My name is Horace Fletcher, in 4 hours I’m about to die. It’s somewhen in autumn, the year 1935. The marathon dance craze, it hat flourished at that time, dancin’ hours away for the poor sake of a dime … (Is there any legal cause why sentence should not now be pronounced? There bein’ no cause why sentence should not now be pronounced!)
She said she’s through with this whole stinking thing. „What thing?“, I asked – „Life“, she said. She asked me to do the world a favor. „Kill me, take this gun and pinch-hit for God.“
Murder in the first degree – that’s the crime you’ve been convicted. Carrying with it the extreme penalty of the law. You, Horace Fletcher, be delievered by the Sheriff of Polk County. To the warden of County prison and finally to be by said warden executed and put to death.
The cop asked me „Why did you kill her?“ I said that’s what she had asked me to do … Then he asked „This the only reason you got?“ „They shoot horses, don’t they …“ I said. (For the crime of murder in the first degree you’ll be executed and put to death. May God have mercy on your soul!)
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