Cowboy


PUNKA, Track 4


I woke up in cowboy boots
They're not mine, and I don't know whose
So I throw wide my arm
To check am alone
Oh how will I get home this morning?

And a voice says don't you see,
These boot were meant to be
Worn by you alone

Cowgirl's future will be hard
It's written in her scars
And pills control her health
She can't respect her self
At least it makes her interesting

And Cowgirl don't you see
These boots were made for me
For me and me alone

Cowboy asks me if it's hard
To live as something that I'm not
I fix him in the eye
A clown like smile, reply
Why Cowboy, that's my job

And Cowboy doesn't see
these boots were meant for me
For me to wear alone

The only good cowboy might be a dead cowboy,
but I am a cowboy
I am the cowboy
I will always be a cowboy

This herd graze the city mile
They're all the same, but we like their style
And when they go to sleep
They're careful not to be
Their real selves in their dreams

And Cowboy you should be
So careful that you keep
Your spurs sharper than me.


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