Broken Horses

Broken Horses I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again Don't think that you can come for me without your Sunday best You had better call your priest and hope the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh, and I will do I've [?] spells and I have vanished with the fools I have worshiped at the altar of the puppet master's rule I have held my tongue to many scenes before the final act With my children in the cheap seats and a zipper on my back Thanks to you No thanks to you Tethered in wide open spaces In fields that lead for miles Right into the barrel of a gun Mendin' up your fences with my Horses runnin' wild Only broken horses know to run I have so politely treaded softly for your praise I have whispered through the tears and pleaded sweetly to your face It's time to spit you out like lukewarm water from my mouth I will always taste the apathy, but I won't pass it down Enough with you You Tethered in wide open spaces In fields that lead for miles Right into the barrel of a gun Mendin' up your fences with my Horses runnin' wild Only broken horses know to run I wear my father's leather on the inside of my skin I'm a tried and weathered woman, but I won't be tried again Don't think that you can come for me without your Sunday best You had better call your priest and hope the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh, and I will do Tethered in wide open spaces In fields that lead for miles Right into the barrel of a gun Mendin' up your fences with my Horses runnin' wild Only broken horses know to run