BADLANDS
Out on the Prairie, a man can go mad,
Searching for Freedom, running unclad.
Thunderbird coming to take me away,
Carrying Jesus, while Angel harps play.
Out in the Badlands, there will be hope
For the strong Buffalo and the spry Antelope.
Look over your shoulder at the new setting sun.
Ere this night is over, the deed shall be done.
My conscience is clear. It is Destiny's turn.
No time to look back; I've bridges to burn.