Grant Lee Phillips - Hidden Hand lyrics

Set your wooden horses to roam

In the dust, come galloping home

Ah, into the grave

Sooner or late

You’ll be led like a child

By the hidden hand of fate

Oh the silver hearse is in wait

And she revs outside a’ the gate

Ah, sooner or late

Sooner or late

To be snuffed like a flame

By the hidden hand of fate

Set your nuclear rockets ta’ aim

When ya mingle riches and faith

The rules of the game

Sooner or late….

Set you’re fields of poppies aflame

In your one god’s heavenly name

Ah, sooner or late

Sooner or late

You’ll be plucked like a fig

By the hidden hand of fate

Set your wooden horses to roam

In the dust, come galloping home

Ah, into the grave

Sooner or late

You’ll be led like a child

By the hidden hand of fate

You’ll be led like a child

By the hidden hand of fate

To 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