Hogtied Like A Rodeo - The White Buffalo

Cold, colder than the night before

He told you, yesterday seems like a life ago

He sold you anything, he finds and steals

They stole his mind, and it sits in a jar with the feds

He misbehaves

It must be his mother’s fault

Rat race just passed him on by

I said hold him down

He acts like a lunatic

Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail

Grow, well he’s growing more paranoid and insane

He told you, he’s a homeless millionaire with a tale

One more, one more dime so he can get some rocks

Bold, hustling tourists in the parking lot

He misbehaves

It must be his mother’s fault

Rat race just passed him on by

I said hold him down

He acts like a lunatic

Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail

Well he don’t look so good today

I said, oh Lord

Staring through the cars at the window

Across the street

Well his eyes are crazed, wild, glazed

The pigs they come, they’re gonna shake him down

Shake him down

He misbehaves

It must be his mother’s fault, oh

Rat race just passed him on by

I said hold him down

He acts like a lunatic

Hogtied like a rodeo and off to jail