[Verse 1]
You see the ghosts of the buffalo
Moving both fierce and slow
Like glittering prophesies
On the edge of the horizon
As you drive glittering highways
And beaten-up by-ways
That straddle and girdle
A great and many-faced nation
There are lambs in the ghettos
Who worship their Gepettos
Believing in, though never seeing
The strings they think bind them
So you write to our congressmen
With bleeding pens
Of the sorrow within
And in return they just send
Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show
[Chorus]
Welcome to the new wild west
Each man for himself
A nation of civilized steeples
And lonely people
Welcome to the new wild west
You see the ghosts of the buffalo
Moving both fierce and slow
Like glittering prophesies
On the edge of the horizon
As you drive glittering highways
And beaten-up by-ways
That straddle and girdle
A great and many-faced nation
There are lambs in the ghettos
Who worship their Gepettos
Believing in, though never seeing
The strings they think bind them
So you write to our congressmen
With bleeding pens
Of the sorrow within
And in return they just send
Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show
[Chorus]
Welcome to the new wild west
Each man for himself
A nation of civilized steeples
And lonely people
Welcome to the new wild west
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