Well somewhere between the wanting and the dying Just beyond the thunder, of the gun The bones of thirsty ghosts are sad and crying Believing their redemption day has come and gone It's a bitter pair of dice this dust of evil Lost and lonely kingdom, of the plains Well God looked down and saw a world of suffering And then cried out, I'm gonna give this place a name. Badlands Well it's a church without a steeple But in the heart of its people Good will come again, to the Badlands It's a wilderness that lies, in a broken promise land Where the devil and his soldiers, hang around like next of kin But the shadows have eyes, and I hear voices in the wind Telling me the second coming of the red man, is closer than it's ever been Badland Well it's a church without a steeple But in the heart of its people Good will come again, to the Badlands Badlands