WHEN THE WEST SLOWS DOWN I HANG MY HEAD BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NOBODY NOWHERE WHO'S THROUGH WITH IT GRINGOS IN TOWN FALL DEAD AND THEN THERE AIN'T NOBODY NOWHERE WHO'S THROUGH WITH IT AIN'T NOBODY NOWHERE WHO KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH IT
WHEN WEST TAKES THE HIGH ROAD GO LOW ROUTE INSTEAD TEAR THEIR ARMS FROM THEIR SIDES RIP THEIR EARS FROM THEIR HEADS AND BASK IN THEIR PAIN RIP THEIR EYES FROM THEIR SOCKETS SAIL IN THEIR SORROW AND WADE IN THEIR FEAR