"Stop your dial here and join us on a journey to yesteryear, through the high plains and higher stakes of the Lone Gunmen. Taming the American West with cold steel and steady hands. Brought to you by the Department of Re-education." All these words All these words you made me read Does the color of a hat Really mean a thing? All these words With truths you think I need Is my laser red or blue can hue tell me my enemy? All these words Borrowed from the dead Am I just a cowboy is justice cast from lead? There are no facts within my fiction A simple country's simple tales You are more than just this concept Allow yourself the grace to fail There's no time before war just lines shifting in the sand There is no noble era you would have made a stand If you want to recall heroes Know they all live in your mind and know you should kill the ones you find. Be more than the cold steel from before Be more than the cold steel from before Why not Conjure their old instincts They were all alone And they were steadier than stone Come now Do these characteristics What you're feeling in your bones Does it feel like they're your own? There was once an open field With a golden dawn rising Not a cowboy receding into night You could feel the sun on your flank You weren't aware of wrong or right That's not all gone That's not all gone Be more than the cold steel I was before Be more than the cold steel I was before!
