Plastic Little Ponies

The horse is dead but the parade is live and well Kick the bucket an romance the smell Hook,line ,sinker the blinkers busted Jesus saves the flavor Is the craver to be trusted Money, pleasure along with plastic little ponies The evening seduces as grapes crush the holy Not acting normal is starting to effect Broken heart`s are bleeding broken from the wreck Years wasted spent drowning me in dares Plastic little ponies are the only ones whom care