The West from Songbirds Lie by The Scene Is Now

West of here there ain’t but a trackless waste
Much too harsh a land for a guy like you
Buddy you should know that it’s hardly the place
When you ain’t got a friend with a dime to his name

So sit right down
We’ll deal a hand of fire ants
We don’t need to know your name
We’ll stake you to a dollar and a beam of light
Lantern burns the harvest flame

The west
A kingdom built from sand
Mountains blue and blue
In the twilight to the well and back

Golden monarch sips from a tangy lime
Muddy waters sweep through the iron town
Buddy you should know that it’s hardly the place
When you ain’t got a friend with a dime to his name

So kingsize toes
You better run the hoodoo line
Cause it’s you they’re gonna blame
They’ll hunt you for a dollar or a paragraph
You forgot the boss’s name

Drop dead
A column turned to stone
Feet nailed through and through
Pass those buckets down to hell and back

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