there were a lots of wilds
in the wild west
suns were floating down reddening the sands

kansas texas utah
sweet agnes and girls dancing cancan
ethereal queens of the drug stores

fifth from pleiad
mad wildmore brothers
all town in bunch

(towns are always too small)

spurs do one's bit froth from muffle
i'm chasing canyons i'm long arm of law

i'm entering
cowboy from mc donalds
alone in the high noon

(bush is flying in the main street of kansas)

funreal houses sluring hands
preparing rulers
ladies know and faint pastor calls the God
red man was dreaming
axe burred for a long time

cold behind the belt faithful friend