Well I rode out to the ocean

And the water looked like tarnished gold

I rode out on a broken horse

Who told me she'd never felt so old

She asked me if I'd feed her

And ride her now and then



No no no, no no no, no no no,

I break horses 

I don't tend to them

I break horses

They seem to come to me

Asking to be broken

They seem to run to me

I break horses

Doesn't take me long

Just a few well-placed words

And their wandering hearts are gone



At first her warmth felt good between my legs

Living breathing heart-beating flesh

But soon that warmth turned to an itch

Turned to a scratch

Turned to a gash

I break horses 

I don't tend to them



Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island

And I don't want to see you swimming behind

Tonight I'm swimming to my favorite island

And I don't want to see you swimming behind

No I break horses

I don't tend to them