Down here in the great dustbowl of the west
There's endless sand
As far as the eye can see
You can prowl beyond the sea
No one to direct, dictate, or control this very land
For we will continue to live
In this anarchy
A stolen amount was brought to the desk at three o'clock
The man pulled the reins and rode on his steed out to the stock
The thief heard the hooves and carefully laid his weapon down
Then made his departure out without a sound
A wandering follower saw the body on the ground
He gazed at the deep black hole in his head that dripped out red
Suspicion began to turn into fear as it crept near
Too late when he turned around and met his fate
Now the time has come
To cross this path
And lead the great escape
From all of his wrath
From the First Things Universe
To us not seeing-
Risen from down under
We'll make it and take it
From the border of the city
Over the hills of the dunes
Riding on through the west
If you believe