One more for the rodeo, an old-school '60s team

A great new wide awakening spews out at the seams

Laid out cold on the table, a sheet pulled over his head

I turned around to the janitor, asked him just how long you'd been dead



And it's one more for the rodeo, one more for the show

One more pretender who just had to go



All the gods and gurus blowing from the east

So caught up in your principles it eats your mind like a disease

I wish I was invisible, hidden from the crowd

And this cold wind blows down the sidewalk and leaves me wondering how



And it's one more for the rodeo, one more for the show

One more pretender who just had to go



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One more for the rodeo, one more for the show, one more pretender, who just had to go