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