Wagons-Ho!
I’m leading a group of settlers west
Just like in days of old, it’s putting my leadership to the test
We get funny looks from the cars passing by,
and the comment ‘Why” from one guy,
He yelled this as his 4X4 rolled past
Well, I’ll tell you, because society won’t last
Someday very soon we’ll be on our own
Everywhere you look, the seeds of our destruction are being sown
Drugs, sex, and evils abound
That’s something none of us need to be around
So I’ve gathered a bunch of like-minded
people around me and headed out for wide-open spaces, if we can find
any. I’ve had my share of being called insane,
but those who call me that will lose everything, and not gain
the freedom that me and my followers will share
Yes, I’ll have the last laugh, and they’ll be nowhere
As our covered wagons rolled along
the freeway, honking cars played us a song,
and plenty of middle-fingers waved in the breeze,
and shouting voices taunted, but they didn’t bother me
They’d soon wish they’d joined us in our quest
Yes, our quest for safety, as we rolled on west
They’d soon see the nightmare that is about to break
They implore someone to help them, but the help will forsake
them, and their pleas will go unheard
Yes, no one will hear their desperate words
Meanwhile, we’ll keep on rolling at 3 miles an hour,
while their machines won’t work, cause they’ll have no power
I’m telling everyone, this will come to pass
Join us now, this warning will be your last!
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