Lyrics:

Tell us, oh lies again
When it comes we never have a chance
Screaming bloody murder
Of the western skies we go
Heavenly hash
Babies in a basket
And hang on to our list
And I never ever met a day I didn't like
But there I get squat
Try to take that wagon train
Around it, found it
'Cause when I'm gone
I'll be gone

And I may feel justice
In the water!
And I may just try looking down
Everybody!
Can't ya see?
Can't ya see?
Calls the man to sell it
See!
Gold, baby!
You may set foot upon this godless terrain