The Wilder West

[Iggy Pop]

Down
Way down

 

In the dust,
Where the taste of graves dug too soon

 

Never loiters
Yet waits for a tongue to accept as morsel

 

Its invaluable and tragic gift

 

The journey home is handed to myth,
And legend

 

Pry wide the gate of crooked teeth
Make way for the carriage of the burning king

 

As he lifts you out of your body
For another night

 

To refuse another fight

For, the transient knows that the old bloody road
Bears a cost that careers cannot pay

 

"I've done all I can"
Says the sick and tired man,
As he wipes the death from his unbound hands

 

With youth floating out of two men's eyes,

 

The dust couldn't think to loiter

Edited January 11, 2020 by Iggy Pop