There's a place for you my friend
And it always leads to West
Where the free all have names and the slaves are all ranked
Fame has no real end and the poor pay the rent
Don't let our feelings fall to those on the fence
There's a man out there who always screams his mind
He calls for a war and he feeds all his lies
May we see things through and guard our nation's rise
Else things fall apart when we place thieves up high
What's the point of lives when our freedom ends?
Children prod the priests where the arc of justice bends
Liberty dies a gruesome death if we fail to make amends
All the roads lead to West and that must never change