Garbage have just shared the music video for their new single “No horses”, a song not included on the band’s recent album “Strange little birds”.
The clip features frontwoman Shirley Manson in a white dress and red cloak and images of riots, armed police and starving children are also shown.
It was directed by Scott Stuckey, creator of the cult TV show Pancake Mountain.
The sales of the single will be donated to the International Committee of the Red Cross.
The band is currently touring with Blondie.
Lyrics:
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 too
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 impurity
No more TV
And no more cavalcades
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)
And the night’s so long (and the night’s so long)
And the moon is in shock (the moon is in shock)
And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh 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
