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 of 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 to aim   When you 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   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