He’s a cowboy and an Indian
A rebel and a patriot
A lawyer and an alien
Some say he tries to be free
But what a frightening thing to be
Some say they’re just having fun
When they’re glutton for punishing people
With their father’s gun
And there’s a reason
For no pinball in American bars
The genius always gets electrocuted or shot
So I beg you wayward stranger
Don’t venture out east
The only people fucking the sun
Live in unnamed valleys
So I beg you gentle layman
Don’t go out east
And if you do
Make sure to pack more than
Sandwiches and green
Don’t go east