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This one is actually painful to write out. I questioned actually letting it loose on the internet due to its almost comically serious and heavy-handed metaphor and simile and hyperbole. It’s basically a pastiche of all that can go wrong in a song.

Here comes the confrontation. It’s coffee or a shootout.
First one to kill the other gets a free ride out.
Here comes the termination. Inclusion or the boot out.
First one to love the other is the last to doubt.

I can’t believe this town but I can’t leave this town.
I’ll come in with a sixgun and go out in a blaze of glory,
if you’ll tell all your children. Tell it to your children.
It’s my amazing story, how the west was won.

Here comes the quick incision. We’ll tell lies to eachother.
But I won’t dare to call you. I’m afraid of myself.
I’ll make the snap decision. A knee-jerk or another.
My reflexes befall us. Are you happy now?

I can’t believe this town but I can’t leave this town.
I’ll come in with a sixgun and go out without saying sorry,
if you’ll hide all my ruins in the attic, from your children.
It’s my amazing story, how the west was won.