Lyrics

If I ever get really depressed I'll download Tor, buy a suicide vest Leave a dirty bomb at a Wall Street address Gatecrash a Rothschild party and leave it in a mess In a mess Dirty mess It started out to beacon of hope But the dream of living quickly turned into a joke The Indians and Mexicans were the first to feel the rope The blade, the Gatlin', Wagon trains came rattlin', murdered Buffalo, block cattle in Storm clouds were gatherin' It's how the West was won It's how the West was won At the point of a gun Like they've always done Just like everybody else I'm in love with Kim Kardashian She's taken over from J. Lo as my number one Even though I know She's just a bum In another timeline I would have stared at her all day long Without ever wantin' to see her from the front God knows I love America It's the stigma you help to propagate In every sense you are profligate Even your parents ran away from home to escape you Your best friends all hate you I don't mean to devastate you It's how the West was won It's how the West was won Head on the spike of a gun Like you've always done It's no mystery It's your history It's what you've always done
Writer(s): Peter Albert Neil Perrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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