Song Lyrics

As a Randy Mandy bigot rocker with a four on the floor and dolly's knockers
Learned to live the American way
Alligator shoes and a Chevrolet
Taco fumes, culture void, nickel slots, a racist Freud
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west

I've learned to bow to number one, to monuments of dead and gone
Blind obedience sing along knowing that the truth is wrong
Now my body tries to cry, crippled with the urge to buy
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west

Manipulated destiny stripped of all my dignity
Sickened by hypocrisy turned from God to fantasy
This is man in all his wonder caged in beauty harnessed thunder
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west

And I'm a product of your natural selection
No more rejection for this model of perfection
The fat man with a gun my image lingers
I want love when I snap my fingers

I've lived my life in the happy hour the .44 Magnum feeling of power
Warms my bloated vulgar frame makes the dancers fear my name
Go go girls with greasy curls spread their legs around the world
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west
Come on baby shoot
It's the wild west

Bob Rock, Paul Hyde