You see the ghosts of the buffalo Moving both fierce and slow Like glittering prophesies On the edge of the horizon As you drive glittering highways And beaten-up by-ways That straddle and girdle A great and many-faced nation There are lambs in the ghettos Who worship their Gapettos Believing in, though never seeing The strings they think bind them So you write to our congressmen With bleeding pens Of the sorrow within And in return they just send Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show [CHORUS:] Welcome to the new wild west Each man for himself A nation of civilized steeples And lonely people Welcome to the new wild west There are so many fractions And cue-card reactions It's hard to keep clear The possibilities here 'Cause there's no force to unite them Privilege has ruled for thousands of years Wars have been fought with bibles and tears