1. You see the ghost of the buffalo moving both fierce and slow
like glittering prophesies, on the edge of the horizon.
As you drive glittering highways and beaten-up byways,
that straddle and girdle our great and many-faced nation.
You see the lambs in the ghettos who worship their Gepettos,
believing in, never seeing, the strings they think bind them.
So we write to our congressmen with bleeding pens of the sorrow within,
and in return, they just send tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show.
Welcome to the new Wild West, each man for himself.
Civilized steeples, and lonely people, welcome to the new Wild West.
2. There are so many factions and cue-card reactions,
it's hard to keep clear the possibilities here,
'cause there's no force to unite them.
Privilege has ruled for thousands of years,
wars have been fought with bibles and tears,
yet liberation can't deny the temptation, soon becomes the oppressor.
Show me a leader who's fit to lead,
who don't sow his seed in anything wounded enough to breed,
because after all, what fun is power, if you can't act like a rock star?
Welcome to the new Wild West, each man for himself.
Civilized steeples, and lonely people, welcome to the new - -
La la da da, la la la la da da. (2x)
3. As for me, I've been petty, oh, and unkind, but I know my own mind,
and since it seems clear there's no one leading us here,
to task ourselves to be better each time, than those before us.
We'll be an army of thieves, of self-freed slaves,
of mild-mannered maids, we'll fight with whispers and blades,
so get ready, a new day is dawning
Welcome to the new Wild West, each man for himself.
A nation of civilized steeples, and lonely people,
welcome to the new Wild West.
