| 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 Gepettos
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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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| 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 factions
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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 sow 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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| 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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| 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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| 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 |