Nattys in the parking lot, feels good to get away
It's been a crazy goddamn year, feels like I've been locked in a cage
Grass lies cool beneath my feet, I'm hoping that my horse will show
I'm hoping that before I'm old I set at least a couple goals
Now there's gunfire, race begins, stiff hooves churning track
The crowd is watching clenching teeth, I'm just holding laughter back
I don't need their revelry, I don't need their fine cigars
Don't they know they're in the streets, can't they smell the burning cars

Am I a mare
Racing Clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward
Tools for the jockeys
Just spectator sports

I don't go to Baltimore, that's where my brother scores his drugs
He says they broke into his car and stole his textbooks, what the fuck
And there's just prisons everywhere, I don't need that scenery
I want to roll my windows down, I want to feel safe in the streets
The empty stands at Camden Yards, why'd they take this thing so far
They get to run around all day, and I've been working so damn hard
And I'm staring at a horse, just staring at a horse
And I'm just so fucking bored, letting life just run its course

Am I a mare
Racing Clydesdales in circles for fruitless reward
Tools for the jockeys
Just spectator sports

Whoa oh oh

Now there's gunfire, people scream, cops in line in riot gear
Tear gas flying through the air, it's a familiar kind of fear
It's been a crazy goddamn year, since they found my brother's drugs
That's how they locked my brother up, it could have been him in that truck
It's like I'm always fucking up, broken glass beneath my feet
These police they make me scream, I want to feel safe in the streets
I want to smash their fucking teeth, they know my horse will never show
I'll probably die before I'm old, they'll probably put me in that hold

Whoa oh oh

Just spectator sports, just game for the hunt
The commentariat is raking the mud
They're breaking the horses, they're spilling their blood
And I'm just a spectator watching them run