Place every bet on a hard horse. He won't go down, though his knees spasm, though he wants to grey out. I heard them call me a hard horse. If you can stomach the top speed, let's take it on. Your fever's fewer than before and so it's hard to get hot. Is that a challenge or something? I’m never wrong about one thing. You're sick. Keep below, I don't wanna throw you. Now you know that I wanna know you. Don't endure a sickness you could let me cure, and I want to. I set my crucible fawning in a predatory way. You've got a habit with stains; I study etymology, but I never succumbed to that dirty word 'til I met you. Now I'm sick. Keep below, I don't wanna throw you. Now you know that I wanna know you. In this blood a sickness you could learn to love, and I learned, too. Sell every bet on your hard horse. I won't go down, though my knees spasm, though I wanna grey out. And you could call me a hard horse.