so it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
leave my tears alone it's too funny
it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)
ride by side down the road
and a she-wolf (my face one more square)
don't be afraid, it's my road once more alone
I can see them riding over the hills
cowboy hats are back in, this is the future, after the war
and I don't eat anymore, this is your future
it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)
side by side down the road
it's my road, once more alone
as a warm gun
thanking her (she makes me dangerous)
blood on our teeth
ready?