Rodeo

Look at me on silver screen, where I'm hanging on my own Hoof to my head now I've gotta lie in bed Look at me on silver screen, where I'm hanging on my thread Well all the boys in their flamey flares laugh at me With a shadow of a leather boot On the hot thick skin of the animals It's a Dakotan thing, an American thing Look at me on silver screen, where I'm hanging on my thread An American thing Well I never thought I'd play myself on the silver screen I'm not a psycho taxi driver, James Dean Well I never thought I'd play myself on the silver screen I'm not a psycho taxi driver, James Dean Life's a rodeo Life's a rodeo Life's a rodeo Life's a rodeo Life's a rodeo Life's a rodeo Six seconds, and it might be time to go Bent, busted, sleigh Six more seconds at the rodeo Gravel, dirt, silver screen, you and me Six more seconds at the rodeo Did my best don't watch the rest Six more seconds at the rodeo Cramped hands ride slow Six more seconds at the rodeo