The New Wild West

You see the ghosts of the buffalo
Moving both fierce and slow
Like glittering prophesies
On the edge of the horizon

As you drive glittering highways
And beaten-up by-ways
That straddle and girdle
A great and many-faced nation

There are lambs in the ghettos
Who worship their Gapettos
Believing in

song performed by by Jewel from This Way
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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