Lyrics

[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, oh, the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh no, and I will do [Verse 2] I've worn the jester's bells and I have a-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 [Chorus] Tethered in wide open spaces And 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 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 [Chorus] Tethered in wide open spaces And 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, oh, the devil gets the rest Before I do Oh, oh no, and I will do [Chorus] Tethered in wide open spaces And 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 [Outro] Mendin' up your fences with my Horses runnin' wild Only broken horses know Only broken horses know Only broken horses know to run