When I fall, into the waves, upon the sea, into the deep sea, into the bed, and through the dirt, I walk and wait, the mud came up, beyond the knees. White pony won't you ride, won't you ride son, white pony won't you ride, won't you ride son. Bottled up, fist full of dough, I eat the dirt, lay on the stone, Unscrew the cap, poke down the lot, dilating eyes, the hands that glow. White pony won't you ride, won't you ride son, white pony won't you ride, won't you ride son. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, won't you ride son, that was disco. I hang upon my mirror there, my phone's bouquet. Spangled eyes, it's mouth is red. The gangly stare, it is my friend. White pony, won't you ride, won't you ride son, white pony, won't you ride, won't you ride son. White pony, won't you ride, won't you ride son, white pony, won't you ride, won't you ride son. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na