Right or wrong
Is not hard to find
Born on a planet, that never seen a thing
All you want is peace here
Blonde hair window wind
Foot on the gas
Thermopolis to
Casper
Cool you down
In summer
The preacher came, from the hills
Into the valley to throw you down
Never could
Fireworks in a mirror float in a sky so dumb
Reflecting down
All you
It was first the teacher, who made the grade
The rolled up Cosmo under your head
The ground so hard
Stars a bed