I was looking for america, in a western movie
Saw a young gun slinger with something to prove
And i came looking... Like anybody else
I came searching...Like anybody else
Looking for that golden calf
And i came shooting for the stars, like any young blood
I found a fat cat city and crooked judge
I killed anything standing in my path
I killed anything till i laid my hands
Laid' em on the golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
I'm still looking for something to prove
I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
Looking at them young bucks just green as frogs
But i ain't laying back no time to laugh
I ain't laying back
There's new kids a coming gunning for that golden calf
I was was looking for america in a western movie
I saw pike bishop striding through aqua verde
He was heading down that dusty path
Heading down that blood path
Running from his crooked past
Hes looking for another life
Sick of chasing down that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
I'm still looking for something to prove
But there's always someone faster
Someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger closing in
Some younger stepping up to be
The next out law
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
I'm still looking for something to prove
Oh i'm still looking for something to prove
This is our last stand[x4]
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