Rodeo Breakdown

We build the fences high

To keep the wild outside

Underneath the clay where the shadows used to lie Got a pocket

full of copper and a target in my eye Running from the

law but the law is in my head One foot in the

dirt and the other with the dead

(Break it down!)

Rip it from the earth!

Fall into the dirt,

feel the concrete shake! (hahaha)

Every single promise that you made we will break!

Dust in my throat,

static on the dial Walking through the fire with a crooked little

smile Got the heavy metal thunder with the banjo roll Selling off

the pieces of a broken-down soul

Bow down to the dirt! (ugghhh)

Left in the dust... (shhhh)