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