You see the ghosts of the buffalo
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Moving both fierce and slow
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Like glittering prophesies
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On the edge of the horizon
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As you drive glittering highways
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And beaten-up by-ways
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That straddle and girdle
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A great and many-faced nation
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There are lambs in the ghettos
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Who worship their Gapettos
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Believing in, though never seeing
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The strings they think bind them
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So you write to our congressmen
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With bleeding pens
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Of the sorrow within
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And in return they just send
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Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show
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[CHORUS:]
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Welcome to the new wild west
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Each man for himself
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A nation of civilized steeples
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And lonely people
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Welcome to the new wild west
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There are so many fractions
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And cue-card reactions
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It's hard to keep clear
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The possibilities here
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'Cause there's no force to unite them
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Privilege has ruled for thousands of years
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Wars have been fought with bibles and tears
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Yet liberation can't deny the temptation
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And soon becomes the oppressor
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Show me a leader who's fit to lead
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Who don't sew his seed in anything
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Wounded enough to breed
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Because after all what fun is power
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If you can't act like a rock star?
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[CHORUS]
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See me, I've been cruel
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I've been petty and unkind
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But I know my own mind
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And since it seems clear
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There's no one leading us here
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The only thing left it appears
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Is to task ourselves to be better each time
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Then those before us
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We'll be an army of theives
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Of self-freed slaves
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Of mild-mannered maids
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We'll fight with whispers and blades
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So get ready, a new day is dawning
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[CHORUS]
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The New Wild West
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| Jewel |
