Come to the land of cowboys
where everyone is free
and no one will look down on you
if you look just like me
Proud history of violence
of bloodshed in the streets
A lynch mob in the corner
for those who disagree
At high noon we will conquer
At half-past two, we feast
The remnants of our gluttony
will rain on the deceased
And the bandits and the outlaws
sit on golden seats
while the last remaining sheriffs
suckle at their teats
Ki-yay
Here be oil wells aplenty
and amber waves of grain
and you can get to either
through any big brand name
And I'm sure you must be sweating
it's getting kind of hot
The sun beats down on ghost-towns
with packed-full parking lots
And the South will rise again, soon
with the nation kept in tact
because the North will even join them
help get slavery back on track
There's a face in every window
with dynamite for teeth
It oozes through the cracks in
the mask of bigotry
Ki-yay
We've got relatives and lovers
wearing stained white hats
bent in supplication
to a fabricated past
When the coyotes finally scatter
and the buzzards all take wing
you might just hear the echoes
of the praises that we sing
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