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

I´ve worn the jester´s bells and I have vanished with the fools
I have worshiped at the altar of the puppet master´s rule
I have hеld my tongue too many scenes bеfore the final act
With my children in the cheap seats and a zipper on my back
Thanks to you
No thanks to you

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

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
Enough with you
You, you

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

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

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