My Father Was a Horse

Race around the track
To the woods and back
Riding on your back

First you lost your breath
Then the crowds all left
Worked yourself to death

And i'll take you to the side of the road
Grab my hair, my bridle and bones
Annie, take off all of your clothes!

I have grown so strong
I could take you on
Become the champion

There will come a day
Racing to your grave
Where you will stumble, i will stumble, but i'll be saved
I'll get away!

And he'll take you to the side of the road
And he'll break your nose
Mama, take off all of your clothes!

Now you're running like a deer being hunted
By a boy holding guns in the air
But you don't care!
You're not scared!
You're not there!
I guess you took the easy way out
Now i'm headed home

And i'll take you to the side of the road
And we'll both trade blows
Mama, now its safe to come home
Come home!