Obsessed By The West (parts I - IV)

With one pound of dust I've got my horse

Shot to the ground

You can see the enemies walking down

The hill, the wounds are big the blood has

Spill, it's over now my friend

You can feel the loneliness to be few weeks

Alone

Coming from a village where I have

Nothing to loose

And I say why, why, I say why

I can be dead

Around the fire, praying the Christ

The bible lies

I've been shot so many times, bloody

Shootings in the sunset of the desert

Make me thinking why am I alive

Sergeant on the ground the soldiers bodies

All around, few survive looking to the

Chance too stay alive

And I say why, why, I say why

Old Joe coming down from to the desert and

The Sun

Coming down from the mountain top

Deads and skulls all along your trip

Many bodies around your feet

All the praises, is are now gone, oh lord

I can see them running on my back, oh Lord

I just see all dead whihout a crown

Whihout a crown

I just wait to hear the sound of the bell

Old Joe walking down to the western of

The creek

Vultures flying above your feet

Desert snakes all around your legs

Nobody can survive the west

All your praises are now gone, away

You just waited too long to rule the land

Again

I can see you'll be king without a crown

Without a crown

You can see how close it is your end

Sun is rising high, a just another mile

I can see another creek

Walking fast my horse, small of fresh and

Trees

What I see I can't believe

Is a waterfall, is a river, God I