There's a dead man
he's lying right outside
his pants crawled up his ass
a detective pokes the body
drinking steady from a flask
I'm glad it's him
that's lying there
it could be me that
took that blast
this is the wild wild west
well change keeps coming
just as fast and hard
and stupid as a train
I'm hanging on
and wondering if my nerves
can take the strain
and everyone I know
that's got a half a heart
has been driven half insane
this is the wild wild west
in the wild wild west
you can become what you detest
with careful conversation
and a vague distress
but there's a strange
exhilaration
as you look over the edge
of the wild wild west
sometimes I wish
that I could take my heart
and hide it safe away
and feed it pearls and palindromes
in some poetry cafe
treat it like a pretty girl
who does not know my name
in the wild wild west
well the lord helps those
who can help themselves
the rest he serves on bread
we step across them everyday
as they lie there on their beds
not much use in crying
cry too much
you just end up dead
it's a maze
it's a trap
it's a catacomb
it's luxury, regret
you better dry your eyes
I've watched people crash
like broken birds
with dazed and
desperate eyes
and I've filled my head
with music
so I don't have to hear them cry
my feelings sucked me empty
I became callous to survive
in the wild wild west
c 1999 Zen of Iniquity Publishing
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