If I ever get really depressed

I'll download Tor, buy a suicide vest

Leave a dirty bomb at a Wall Street address

Gatecrash a Rothschild party and leave it in a mess

In a mess

Dirty mess

It started out to beacon of hope

But the dream of living quickly turned into a joke

The Indians and Mexicans were the first to feel the rope

The blade, the Gatlin',

wagon trains came rattlin', murdered Buffalo, block cattle in

Storm clouds were gatherin'

It's how the West was won

It's how the West was won

At the point of a gun

Like they've always done

Just like everybody else I'm in love with Kim Kardashian

She's taken over from J. Lo as my number one

Even though I know

She's just a bum

In another timeline I would have stared at her all day long

Without ever wantin' to see her from the front

God knows I love America

It's the stigma you help to propagate

In every sense you are profligate

Even your parents ran away from home to escape you

Your best friends all hate you

I don't mean to devastate you

It's how the West was won

It's how the West was won

Head on the spike of a gun

Like you've always done

It's no mystery

It's your history

It's what you've always done