Set your wooden horses to roam
In the dust, come galloping home
Ah, into the grave, sooner or late
Youll be led like a child by the hidden hand of fateOh, the silver hearse is in wait
And she revs outside of the gate
Ah, sooner or late, sooner or late
To be snuffed like a flame by the hidden hand of fateSet your nuclear rockets to aim
When you mingle riches and faith
The rules of the game, sooner or lateSet youre fields of poppies aflame
In your one Gods heavenly name
Ah, sooner or late, sooner or late
Youll be plucked like a fig by the hidden hand of fateSet your wooden horses to roam
In the dust come galloping home
Ah, into the grave, sooner or late
Youll be led like a child by the hidden hand of fateYoull be led like a child by the hidden hand of fate
You'll 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, ah, ooh by the hidden hand of fate
Ah, ooh by the hidden hand of fate