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Wild West

 

Wild West

(앨범: Hammer On A Drum - 1983)


As a randy mandy bigot rocker with a four on the floor and dolly's knockers,
Learned to live the American way alligator shoes and a Chevrolet
Taco fumes, culture void, nickel slots, a racist Freud
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west

I've learned to bow to number one, to monuments of dead and gone,
Blind obedience sing along knowing that the truth is wrong.
Now my body tries to cry, crippled with the urge to buy.
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west

Manipulated destiny stripped of all my dignity
Sickened by hypocrisy turned from God to fantasy
This is man in all his wonder caged in beauty harnessed thunder
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west

And I'm a product of your natural selection
No more rejection for this model of perfection
The fat man with a gun my image lingers
I want love when I snap my fingers

I've lived my life in the happy hour the 44 magnum feeling of power
Warms my bloated vulgar frame makes the dancers fear my name
Go go girls with greasy curls spread their legs around the world
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west
Come on baby shoot it's the wild west

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