High Plains Anthem

Lyrics

[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"