Barbaro

Settle down a little bit Barbaro it's all for the crown,

You can take it off now

Im bringing all them shutters from Atlanta, tan and green backs,

Often misplaced

One of these days,

I'm hanging on the paradigm of fresh cut grass and fast horses,

Often in may,

Staring through the corridor of those that couldn't cut the corner,

Thoroughbred and all his losses, laid down

Take me back to the old green and silver, skies painted black,

On all four treads,

Im bringing all them shutters from Atlanta, tan and green backs,

Often displaced

One of these days,

I'm hanging on the paradigm of fresh cut grass and fast horses,

Often in may,

Staring through the corridor of those that couldn't cut the corner,

Thoroughbred and all his losses, laid down