The West Lyrics

Down here in the great

Dustbowl of the west

There's endless sand

As far as the eye can see

You can prowl beyond the sea

No one to direct dictate

Or control this very land

For we will continue to live

In this anarchy

A stolen amount was brought to the desk

At three o'clock

The man pulled the reins

And rode on his steed out to the stock

The thief heard the hooves

And carefully laid his weapon down

Then made his departure out

Without a sound

A wandering follower

Saw the body on the ground

He gazed at the deep black hole in his head

That dripped out red

Suspicion began to turn into fear

As it crept near

Too late when he turned around

And met his fate

Now the time has come

To cross this path

And lead the great escape

From all of his wrath

From the First Things Universe

To us not seeing

Risen from down under

We'll make it and take it

From the border of the city

Over the hills of the dunes

Riding on through the west

If you believe