orphan factory - Stealing Horses

The only spirits left on the rez are kept in the bottles we stole,
Dead to rights in the eyes of their Lord.
I jimmied the ancient lock on the widow's barn door.

I'm out stealing horses again,
Wild enough to know I'll never be free.

Tradition's just a box of feathers pawned for a nickel and a dime
So I could buy this bottle of wine, it's easy like water down a slide.
I'm drunk and I'm high and I don't give a fuck just in case you're wondering why.

I'm out stealing horses again,
Wild enough to know I'll never be free.

The darkest parts of this town never grow old.
I jimmied the same old lock on the widow's barn door.
The smell of hay and shit's as simple as life:
We get used to anything, it's just a matter of time.

I'm out stealing horses again,
I'm out stealing horses again,
Wild enough to know I'll never be free.


At night I ride these hills and these empty streets.
It ain't much of nothing, but it's too late now to dream.
The sheriff's always half-asleep, but if he ever catches me

I'm wild enough to know
I'll never be free.

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