| Out in the west, where the coyotes rest
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| Lives Ed on a dusty little ranch
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| 400 miles from anything that smiles
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| Just snakes, tumbleweed
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| And countro tapes
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| Barrels in an old mine
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| Waiting for the right time
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| Seepage into waterways and wells
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| «Cactus got a red head
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| And my chicken all dead
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| I got green spots itchin' me like hell»
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| High life in the desert wasteland
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| There’s a big mess in the west
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| Dioxin or heavy metal
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| It’s a big mess in the west
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| Dump now you’ll be payin' later
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| For the big mess in the west
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| «FUCK Inc., preaches ecology»
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| Boss smiles, holding up recycled cup
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| But in the night, when evil’s out of site
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| His waste goes on west and disappears
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| Meanwhile in the distance
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| Ed is kinda' pissed and
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| All his cows are growing funny horns
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| Ed is losing his hair
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| And he’s full of despair
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| «Christ Almighty, everything is wrong!»
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| Out in the west, where the coyotes rest
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| Lived Ed on a dusty little ranch
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| 400 miles from anything that smiles
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| Just snakes, tumbleweed
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| And country tapes
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| Ed was taken east
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| And noone ever missed him
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| Had no kids, no relatives, no wife
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| Then he was dissected
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| Data were corrected
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| But they won’t be published on hour life |