Broken Horses (In The Canyon Haze)

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, oh, the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh, no, and I will do I've worn the jester's bells and I have vanished with the fools I have worshiped at the altar of the puppet master's rule I have held my tongue too 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 ever so politely treaded softly for your praise I have whispered through the tears and pleaded sweetly to your face It is time to spit you out like lukewarm water from my mouth I will always taste the apathy, but I won't pass it down It dies with you Oh, with 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, oh, the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh, oh no, and I will do Tethered in wide open spaces (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 Mendin' up your fences with my Horses runnin' wild Only broken horses know Only broken horses know Only broken horses know to run