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