Brandi Carlile Broken Horses
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
I've [? 0:40] 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 scenеs before the final act
With my childrеn in the cheap seats and a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No thanks to you
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
