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Out in the west, where the coyotes rest |
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Lives Ed on a dusty little ranch 400 miles from anything that smiles |
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Just snakes, tumbleweed, and countro tapes |
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Barrels in an old mine, waiting for the right time |
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Seepage into waterways and wells "Cactus got a red head and my chicken all dead, I got green spots itchin' me like hell" [Chorus:] |
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High life in the desert wasteland |
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There's a big mess in the west |
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Dioxin or heavy metal |
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It's a big mess in the west |
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Dump now you'll be payin' later |
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For the big mess in the west "FUCK Inc., preaches ecology" |
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Boss smiles, holding up recycled cup |
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But in the night, when evil's out of site |
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His waste goes on west and disappears |
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Meanwhile in the distance, |
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Ed is kinda' pissed and |
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All his cows are growing funny horns |
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Ed is losing his hair, and he's full of despair "Christ Almighty, everything is wrong!" [Chorus] |
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Out in the west, where the coyotes rest |
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Lived Ed on a dusty little ranch 400 miles from anything that smiles |
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Just snakes, tumbleweed, and country tapes |
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Ed was taken east and noone ever missed him |
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Had no kids, no relatives, no wife |
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Then he was dissected, data were corrected |
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But they won't be published on hour life [Chorus] |