Letra da Música: Sacred Cowboys - Bruce Dickinson

With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing theirillusions
Take a dive or sink or swim, but in the end you're in the samepollution
In your world escape is swift, the nonsense list is all you needto know
In the land of dreams, you make the right connections, thenyou'll be the hero
Ecstasy, the cult of me provides our institutions
You can live forever with a grave that stands where people usedto function
You can join the saviours of our culture, vultures circlingoverhead my sky
Like the sin of gluttony won't set you free, but Betty Ford canhelp you try

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it

But where is our John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians left to kill

People die with oxygen and all their money can't afford abreath
People starving everywhere and staring in the face of death
Prostitutes and politicians laying in their beds together
You can be the saviour of the poor making up the policies to openup the back door...

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it

Where is our John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians left to kill

Where is our John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians left to kill

You can get all the things you never needed
You can sell people crap and make them eat it...eat it!

Where is our John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians left to kill

Where is our John Wayne
Where's our sacred cowboy now?
Where are the indians on the hill?
There's no indians left to...kill...