From boomtowns to ghost towns, It seems a lot has changed, New cities have sprawled up, No more home on the range. Though things may have changed, People are the same, When given too much power, They'll still try to rule the plain. Gunshots still persist, And corrupt are at their best, The Rooster's blood still burns in the new Wild West. We fight and kill each other, Seemingly for sport, The Rooster's blood still burns in the new Wild West. The spirit of The Rooser lives to this very day, In each and every one of you still looking for a way, Justice will be served, It's only a matter of time, Before The Rooster rises and collects on their crimes. Gunshots still persist, And corrupt are at their best, The Rooster's blood still burns in the new Wild West. We fight and kill each other, Seemingly for sport, The Rooster's blood still burns in the new Wild West.

The town where I went to high school is a meth lab waiting to explode, And when the flames burn it all down the fumes will keep us intoxicated, Year round, Siskiyou, you're beautiful, But your people are ruining you, I wish that judging a book by its cover could be true. Nah nah nah (and so on) I lived in a small town by a city called Stockton, The only good thing about that shithole was my cousin AJ he was my friend, But they took AJ away, Locked him in an attic, Surrounded by addicts, Shit like that can scar a kid for life. Nah nah nah (and so on) I grew in a city called San Jose by the Bay, It had everything a kid would need family and friends and a place to play, Sure it's not perfect, But when you truly love something, You love it for everything, Including its flaws. Nah nah nah (and so on)

They laid that man six feet under ground said their prayers undisturbed For the evil that he did and the hate his work it spread I think he got so much more than he deserved Well Fred Phelps I hope you're right and there's a hell Because we know they've saved a spot for you You can beg and plead and shot you can say you were devout but everybody knows that's just not true You're and abuser of the law and the golden rule spewing bile upon the graves of those who died protecting you We'd all be so much better off if your mother used her right to choose and if she saw the kind of man you'd be I know just what she'd do Fred Phelps I hope you're right and there's a hell Because we know they've saved a spot for you You can beg and plead and shot you can say you were devout but everybody knows that's just not true Well Fred and Jerry too can dance like sinners do on a pyre fuled by earhtly sin and their kingdoms built on lies make such a poor disguise before the god they said they served as men Fred I hope you're right and there's a hell Because we know they've saved a spot for you You can beg and plead and shot you can say you were devout but everybody knows that's just not true Fred Phelps I hope you're right and there's a hell Because we know they've saved a spot for you You can beg and plead and shot you can say you were devout but god lit the fires for men like you

I wrestle with the consequence, of drastic action is my offence, It's too late now, to retract my sentiments, So in a glorious blaze, we watch our end of days, Our eyes wild and crazed! This is how my story ends, Blood from blood won't make amends, I forfeit life's dividends, So that no one see's that bastard's face again. The man buried in Tombstone, Deserved all that he received, He killed more than most can count, Yet the cavalry is after me, I hope your watching this, Because I will no longer exist, Due to a justified dissonance. This is how my story ends, Blood from blood won't make amends, I forfeit life's dividends, So that no one see's that bastard's face again.

I fucking hate October, My dad calls my phone on the anniversary of my brother's death, We speak of life and what's right and wrong, But avoid the subject at all costs, Simple conversation is enough, To distract us from the pain. Strangers can never understand, What was yet never was, But could never be again. I grew up as a role model for, My younger sibling when I had had no, Prior training myself, I don't blame you brother, how could I? But, god, I wish I'd had, One of you to look up to, Forced into a 30 year old mentality, While only 11 years old physically. Strangers can never understand, What was yet never was, But could never be again.

Cara Mia Our love knows no bounds It cannot be contained by the walls of this house Cara Mia From stale bread to gold We'll remain together long after we've grown cold Cara Mia Cara Mia Cara Mia The sound of your voice makes me lose control Cara Mia I am gripped by your spell And I never want you to let go Cara Mia Cara Mia

Sucked through this portal, And brought back to mid-evil times, Now to retrieve the book, I have to remember the lines. Klatu, Verata......... Trapped in time, Surrounded by evil, Low on gas, Hail to the King! Whoops I fucked that up, So now their army's gotta die, With my boomstick and my hatchback, They won't make it out alive. Klatu, Verata...... Trapped in time, Surrounded by evil, Low on gas, Hail to the King!