There's an ochre palomino by the road / She looks like she is itching to be rode / She stomps her hooves and shakes her mane at me / The paint is peeling off her stable doors / She was bred for speed and looks and nothing more / A hand grenade just waiting to be thrown / Oh wait, you're crumbling on the road

Come to where you can't return / Pistol whipped, beretta burned / It leaves a mark it leaves behind a scar / You'll pay your dues, you'll break and bleed / Nothing ever bought is free / Your ghost will rise again another time

Gimme one thing / Something / Anything that i can cling to / A little lie / A little high / Just gimme anything that i can cling to / Make me new

This could be my last time / lacing on the gloves and / swaggering to the ring / Every time it hurts more / Every time I'm older / it's hard to be the king