High Plains Anthem

[Intro]
"Here we go"
"Yeah, you may have heard about the gangster of love
And the space cowboy
But I'm gonna whip a cat on you right now!
Who's had more trouble, trials and tribulations?"

It doesn't stop now!

(High plains drifter, it's the high plains drifter...)

[Verse 1]
I walked in a saloon at high noon, the moonshine sipper
Spit a new rhyme 'til it's hasta la vista
The king blue twister, smash your transistor
"It's the High Plains Drifter" that had to resist the
Sickness of the city life, I'm sat by the river
A packet of Rizla and a flask full of liquor
Made the locals ask, "Who's the masked figure?"
Fill a page with the pain, it seems you can't picture
The last heavy hitter, so many consider me
To be very bitter, switchin' up my delivery
Stitchin' up my injuries, and flippin' imagery
Mixin' toxins 'til I'm lost in the synergy
Drownin' my misery, a man of mystery
I stand in the blisterin' heat as the epitome
Of the anti-hero, tippin' my Stetson
Space cowboy, I drink whiskey with George Jetson
2001 — a space western
Quick on the draw, bring the war to your section
Blood sport veteran, contraband cargo
The known desperado rolled into Lago

[Scratches]
"Travelin' through the mind... one time"

[Verse 2]
Yeah! I ride with lost peasants, hot-steppin' across deserts
Lettin' the dust settle for sheep who watch shepherds
Yeah, I rock sessions with unorthodox methods
The messenger, ready for death when God beckons
On front lines worldwide kids have got weapons
And grey skies hide sunshine from the heavens
I'm threatened by the seven sins of my species
I don't need TV, I read tea leaves
Smoke the peace pipe in the chief's tepee
I speak freely, the 3D graffiti writer
Is kinda like the new easy rider
More bad apples in the crew than cheap cider
I breath fire, the propane flamethrower
Man the fort for this hostile takeover
I play poker-faced, hold the ace
Tucked up my sleeve, leave your mouth with a sour taste
That's just how I play the game nowadays
Apologies to the crowd, I'm a hour late

[Scratches]
"Travelin' through the mind"

[Verse 3]
Battlin' me? That'd be an embarrassin' mistake
Like promoters who don't get the 'H' in the right place
My mic stays in close range
I travel the low plains, but drift on a high like cocaine
Exchange words with the man with no name
Inspectors, throwin' up letters on the ghost train
I rotate like old brakes on chrome plates
Hunched up, punchin' keys 'til my bones ache
I blow fakes outta the water, chuckin' harpoons
You can't move, runnin' on the spot like a cartoon
Leavin' a trail of destruction when I pass through
The drunk fool fightin' off demons with a bar stool
Screamin' "Ja Rule!", my instincts are carnal
The dirty rascal, or the king of the castle?
I'm partial to both titles, the soldier's quotin' the Bible
Holdin' my rifles to false idols
I love the crackle on the old vinyl
I rock break loops, and make moves from my HQ
I stay true to the ancient ways
The herbalist curb-surfer ridin' pavement waves

[Scratches]
"Travelin' through the mind... one time"