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?