Letra de
Valley Of The Low Sun

We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure
And laid our armor down
These precious metals and these captain's letters
They are no use to us now
In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater
Than any offer was
We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys
Unable to hold their own guns
I know that soldiers are not paid to think
But something is making us sick
Onward and steady
Able and young
In the valley of the low, low sun
In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder
Hold on for the slow turning
Smoke if you've got 'em boys
This is bottom hiding out
Down under the stairs
Tomorrow has come
Like it's drunk on the blood
Of the men who have dared to be there
The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding
Its way up around the sun