Hondo Maclean Don't Stop... Rodeo!!
The game now I understand, that we always... take the
beating.
She swallowed both these fists she wrote a list,
Of everything we simply must enjoy.
There's no consequence at all.
She's painting pictures of what makes her dreams come
true,
In watercolour, in watercolour grey.
Cut the chord, not the noose, we'll kick the stool from
under you
(I'll take the beating)
We are the womb and the world and the dirt,
Let's pretend to make a resolution,
And for one second it feels like...
It feels like tantric suicide, hell yeah,
And we always... Take the beating
And we're leaving echoes in the stain (Rodeo crew clap
here)
Let's rodeo 'till the break of dawn, yeh let's go! Ow!
As soon as I could leave,
I came back to you,
And I search.