When I Grow Up - Garbage

They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll love you too They'll come to you They'll come to you They'll come to you They'll come to you too They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll worship you They'll use you too (they'll use you too) They'll lie to you (they'll lie to you) They'll steal from you (they'll steal from you) They'll sell you too (they'll sell you too) They'll turn on you They'll come for you They'll hurt you too They'll get to you too And there will be no apologies And no more security There will be no cops Just men with guns In their shiny black uniforms And their big black boots With their shiny black batons And their sleek black cars With their fingers on the trigger With their fingers on the trigger With their fingers on the trigger And their skeleton keys And there will be no marches There will be no purity No more TV And no more motorcades And no more horses, no horses There'll be no horses, no more motorcades There's a sky full of tears A sky full of tears There's a sky full of tears There's a sky full of tears I've been awake all night (been awake all night) And the sun don't shine (and the sun don't shine) The night's so long (and the night's so long) And the moon is in shock (and the moon is in shock) At all the lovers turn cops At all the lovers turn cops Oh, all the lovers turn cops All the lovers turn cops And no more horses, no horses There'll be no horses, no more motorcades No more horses, no horses There'll be no horses, no more motorcades There's nothing to grieve There's nothing to lose There's nothing to hide There's nothing to grow There's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing This is the apocalypse This is the apocalypse This is the apocalypse They killed the horses Shh