The White Papers - The Western Badmen lyrics

Every door was open Nothing was stolen But you've gone all in Houstonbroken You could barely hear the thunder It left us all to wonder If you think this is hopeless Every shadow is smoking This here has happened for a while I don't even know what to say anymore It's on my shoulders somehow You've got to get yourself out With this kind of thing, you watch what you say Get scuffed up by the stand Watch the stage Wash off If it ever trickles down, you'll see That every heavy brow on The Isle Is your best friend Carried out on a stretcher Under the eyes of the lecherous As they bloom From the depths of the pit Say I don't believe this undertow Tow, tow, tow...