Stay close if you want to keep up
But don't dare turn around
Go ahead for the bulls eye, my friend
But know you're gonna get the horns

A yellow-belly's never havin' the guts
But, god, how he gets the glory
The West was won from a cheater with a gun
And I hope he never lives it down

Yeah!

Minced words from anonymous cowards
Fell down from Kingdom Come
The threatened source of this obstacle course
Had us cornered in a guessing game

Every attempt turned a kettle of fish
And loves making it waves
If I had to guess, he's still making a mess
Worse than any thunderstorm

(Whoa, whoa)

No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
No one went on a limb when he belted out,
"Get gone!"
Someone looked for a clue; someone got the axe
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
"Get gone!"

Let's stall like a neanderthal
That can't make up his mind
And not sore if we've heard it before
Broken records want to make a case

The croppers came, and were spinning the yarn
Our ears still opened up
If failed attempts were a lottery ticket
You can bet I'd be raking it in

No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
No one went on a limb when he belted out,
"Get gone!"
Someone looked for a clue; someone got the axe
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
"Get gone!"

"Get gone," I said

No one turned over leaves, no one's branching out
No one went on a limb when he belted out,
"Get gone!"
Someone looked for a clue; someone got the axe
Someone yelled in the wake of the great collapse,
"Get gone!"

Yeah!
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