Rodeo - Suburban Tribe

I’ve tried to hold

A rat in its hole

But I had to let it go

To warn its kind

Of all those mines

I’ve laid in front of lies

Roses in a junk yard

Full of car bone piles

I trust my heart

But the trust is God

I wish to be apart

Rodeo

Rodeo

The clown has saved a star again in a rodeo

Slave parade runs through the day to get away

The clown has saved a star again in a rodeo

I’ve tried to reach

Someone through my speech

But them words are last and least

Poor hates the slave

Who yields to his fate

Trust makes him so afraid

Got scars as a birthmark

On both of my knees

I trust my heart

But the trust is God

I wish to be apart

The damned inherit the earth and for what it’s worth

It’s already sold

Wisdom stands in the spotlight

Looking old