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
© 2024 Cloverlyrics.com