In the Pink Western Range
A protozoan figure crawls
A dog, a dog
Barking like Robert Johnson

In the Pink Western Range

In a marked cadence he recalls
His rare collection of time

In the Pink Western Range
A din from the void
It’s just a word is a word is a word
Where the word is a word is a word

In the Pink Western Range
Fighting the taxing man
Once you get it right

You get it right, get it right

In the P-p-p-pink Western Range
In his prime, his prime
A champ, a champ
It’s as green as money

In the P-p-p-pink Western Range
Ready to die, to die
Like a rock, ready for the war

In a marked cadence he recalls
His rare collection of time

In the Pink Western Range
A protozoan figure crawls
A dog, a dog
Barking like Robert Johnson

In the Pink Western Range
Every day, every night
Like a rock, like a rock, ready for the war
In the P-p-p-pink Western Range



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