Black Horses (The Durutti Column)

I'll never believe A word you say You gave something to me Then you threw it away The end of the street The station waits for me I'll get my train And you'll be history Ten black horses Made of stone Ten black horses Standing on the road I'll never believe A word you say You gave something to me Then you threw it away The end of the street The station waits for me I'll get my train And you'll be history And I'll never believe A word you say You gave something to me And then you threw it away