Evening Redness Out West - Desperadoes is Cargo Cults Lyrics

I went walking on down a bad road
Not much in my pockets for unloading
That kind of talking never did stop a bandito
Can't blame desperadoes though, they're just cargo cults

Best leave judgement to the angels
Look into the face of justice, you might go blind

I stopped into a bad motel
Tedious mercy dripped out the curtain
Collecting fragmented drips on a cold tile
Fermenting like bad bacteria on idle hands

Best leave mercy to the Almighty
Look into the face of good grace, you might go blind

I went walking on down a bad road
I was headed straight for a bad location
The departure on from a fresh home
Marked the burial to a restless vacation

Best leave tranquility to the heavens
Look into the face of hard work, you might go blind

Don't know what a passive observer could call me
My only hope would be for a humble man
But in all honesty and objectivity
Could not be remiss of him if he said I was an average samaritan
An average samaritan
I, an average samaritan
Desperadoes