Walt
There’s a new patient
His wounds are rather frightful
You may find him intriguing
He’s a rodeo star
Gaylord
So, some bronco rider
Mmm now that sounds delightful
In my surgical sanctuary
I won’t leave a scar
Oh, I remember you, so dashing, so fearless
Now injured twice your foolish price
Is your body pays the toll
Ha, you wanted my precious Helen back then
But we took you in and now I begin
To save your dirty soul!
Now you need a life-saving operation
And in your cure we’ll have a glorious celebration
For the deeds I do are holy here
Even for a bum who goes on busting steers, and
All hope lies in my hands of inspiration
Ricky
With no apology I shed no tear
As you crack my head with your doctrine
How can I reach up to defend myself?
I reach inside my heart and seek forgiveness!
Liberation, sweet freedom, yea!
Gaylord
In common terms for the layman:
The notion of freedom as what we know to be right
Is exemplified by the power over the weak by the might
How easy to be out there, riding the wind
Under the western sky
Or like a filthy beast slithering, wishing it could fly
Mmm, to be a note in the choir of our loving congregation
Takes a special covenant with this grand invocation
For though we, too, feel tempted by earthly freedom
Its call to our sanctity
We find that we must return to our own haven
Safe and away, safe and away
From all those ills of humanity!
Take this all in, as you’ll serve our consecration
No longer will your life be an abomination
You’ve played your last tune riding the wind
Raise your voice in praise – let us pull you in, and
Shed your cowboy skin for our congregation
Your liberation, our great nation!
Walt
Foolish, at death’s door
Choices you’ve made were poor
Wounded five years ago
Will you survive? God only knows
Ricky
Reach up, say a prayer
Silence, some solace there
My heart feels some trace
Of mercy, some saving grace
Bo
I don’t like what I see
Trouble’s in store for you Ricky
That man, that smirking
What kind of danger’s lurking?