Point Me To The West

I'm bitter and twisted

Unaddressed and unlisted

And all of our plans came to nothing, it seems.

There's nothing above

Except lies about love

Crooked skies west

And impossible dreams.

And the young and the hatefully

Spoiled and ungrateful

Born to inherit this beauty we made,

Who owe us a debt

That they'll never know debt

And the dirt and disease

Of the rotten old days.

So tear out my name from the books of the law

I don't want a part of the past anymore

And scrub out every line in my biography

And don't let me influence no one.

I'm jelous and broken

For the trophies and the tokens

And the aching little photos

On other peoples walls.

No desire could be finer

And no man should be a miner

But I could spit a hole in diamond

When the clocking-out bell tolls.

How we danced, you and I,

Beneath the cut glass sky

With our hands waving mimicing

How other hands were free

Life's a beach that you build,

A sandpit we filled

With the old cold sweat

Of our slavery.

So tear out my name from the books of the law

I don't want a part of the past anymore

And burn every record in my discography

And don't let me influence no one.

Pack up my books in the old oak chest

Saddle me a horse and point me to the west

Fill up my hip flask, load up my gun

And point me to the setting sun.