Western

We'd wake before daylight

And practice up until noon

He wanted perfection

Always the same tune

After all the shitty things you'd done for me

I left you in a ditch

You were the bank

But I was the star on the silver screen

My cheeks made blind men see

And they all rose for me

But after all the shitty things you'd done for me

I left you in a ditch

My voice grew hoarse

Reciting words that you know so well

Though no one heard, they would so soon

Once my sound was known to the finest tastes

That set global tone

And I'll helm the seas of a burgeoning scene

As the new-come queen

While you lick your wounds

In a hole that's black perpetually

A pink caterpillar with six anorexic children let me stay

But I had to keep moving through anteater town

After anteater town, after anteater town

After anteater town, after anteater town

I'd spent all your cash

By the time I got to Schlagenheim

And but your name was gouged, it was no use

To think that you could play

But despite all the stupid plans you set for me

You're still in that ditch

And I was led here after some talk of atmospheres

And I skipped the line

Made it known that I was one to see

The desk was pain, said I did not fit

No time for ploys and games, I made my way

Through flocks of imbeciles

I crawled through my entry point

But a curtain drew, I was too late

In a white suit stuffed with clay, you were on stage

You were on stage, you were on stage

You were on stage, you were on stage

You were on stage, you were on stage

You were on stage, you were on stage

You were on stage, you were on stage

Lights came dim and hands came one

Though not for me

He sat and began the sound

It sang the chords of my memory

Implying that tune