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!