Lyrics

[Verse 1] The dust has finally settled on our hipster-pocricy The high cost of livin' in this Land of the Free [?] bein' folded up with [?] Makes about the only thing worth dyin' for [Chorus] And nothin's ever gonna change With their kind running the show Welcome to our home down range To fuck, fight, and rodeo To fuck, fight, and rodeo [Verse 2] Gather 'round me people, let's discuss the day's events We're told to hate out freedom, so let's put up a fence Maybe build a prison of two The size of Texas or Californ-I-A outta do [Chorus] And nothin's ever gonna change With their kind running the show Welcome to our home down range To fuck, fight, and rodeo To fuck, fight, and rodeo [Chorus] And nothin's ever gonna change With their kind running the show Welcome to our home down range To fuck, fight, and rodeo To fuck, fight, and rodeo