Rodeo Rules

Salt on my lips, unhealed scars, fighting with myself, in Tequila wars

When cowboys get it wrong they cut and run but they hold onto the smoking gun

Rodeo rules, get back on, you fool, and make the same mistake all over again

You can't tell the bull from the pain

You don't cry into your beer, you bite your tongue when no-one's near

And you laugh out loud when some-one falls but you don't return your missed calls

And that is how it has always been, broken bones for broken dreams – living hard to win the crowd

When falling hard is all that's allowed