Giddy up! Goin' to find that mad Deranger... I'm gon' put my Peace Hands up... hear my Yankee Yawp... filthy like the Mud Homo! You gotta live with us in this town- there is room enough- we're cuddlin' up! don't fight with us- we're livin' it up! We ain't here to stay in this town- we got a train to catch- we're leaving at dawn- we got a beating heart that says, "Ride on the Range!"

Ever burning- a wild smile for youth and the claims upon them- the world as we know will pass to be reborn and re-lived in once again. Everything we ever did in the dirt as a breathing footstep- every single pulse of our joyous heartbeart- every single drop of our blood. This is all the life you get- this is all the life you'll ever need- so saddle up and ride! Ride the palomino! Act once- you can't think twice! Step up- you can't look back! Ride fast- you can't fall down! We are the Range Riders- so let's ride the range! "Crazy? We wrote the book on crazy! If we crazy- then all those raving sons of bitches in the loonybin need setting loose on the world!" Roam with danger- we pour all our zeal into waking rapture- we praise the new world of death- we pay respect to our lives and our creator by dancing hand in hand with death. We could never live in measured safety- as to disrespect our great existence- beauty and loss are one- we know it deep in our bones- to exalt one you must exalt the other equally. We are the Range Riders! Come on, let's ride the range! Howls of the ridge- howls of the range- howls of the world- we set off howling now! We we want to be in on the howling celebration of existence- to be in on the celebration- don't we know we are the celebration? We see God's written truth in the sweat tapestry across our chest- he is a bloody and barbarous God- so honor your body as a church. We'll go stampeding in to the temple where safety is sin and have a loud and bloody gunfight in the cathedral of our soul- tomorrow is a superstition we don't believe in- tomorrow is a superstition we don't believe in!

Man is bright and lit up in the power of the sun, well made as a hammer bangin' chest on- like a drum, Whitman dug and planted a seed in my head- I'm waking up son, are you ready yet? Perfect as a naked body tanning in the sun, Woman- and the Nature- and the rugged Indian. Whitman dug and planted a seed in my head- I'm waking up son, are you ready yet? Sing the electric body- let the jets of love, fire through the heart and meat- charge you with the sound of my yankee yawp! Drum on the solid earth- leap in the overcurrent- soak, leg, running water- bathe in the sound of my yankee yawp! Wrestle like a wrestler- got his partner underhold, rapid as a woodman swinging big axe in his arm, Whitman dug and planted a seed in my head- I'm waking up son, are you ready yet? Good and natural vigor- as the power of all man, naked as a swimmer wearing only salt and brine, Whitman dug and planted a seed in my head- I'm waking up son, are you ready yet? Sing the nuclear vegetable world! Ripe and glowing flesh! Exploding with the sound- of my Yankee Yawp!

Riding out into the dustbound ring so infinite- on the back of a living horse- feel the warm flesh between my thighs- taut stirrup making a full circuit through belly and legs- feel the crowd of all creation watching me open eyed- they sit riveted! Throw me in rodeo- I'll bring my Peace Hands in! Show me the ropes- I'll put my Peace Hands up! Through the ring all possibilities funnel into- and bloom within- fate will dance a fatal dance with crackling bones and self-chewing teeth of chance- flashing form preserved in a dashed hoofprint in the Earth- Peace Hands up! Submit to the will and the chance of the mammal form. Throw me in rodeo- I'll bring my Peace Hands in! Right out on out of my heart- I'll put my Peace Hands up! Horse spins beneath me and it bucks so wild- I lift off my hands and raise them trusting to the sky- head rolled back, I drink the movement in the air- God's hand on my waist- I will not ever fall away.

Could ya'- ever- want to- be a- see a- any other way to- be a- better- time of- day- idol gonna be a- tea or water? No I don't think he was fit to be a deranger in my only heart. Did you see him ride out of his mind? Did you see ride straight into the range above- where the last deranger was? Did you see him map out the way of his mind? Did you see him map out the way to the range above- where the last deranger was? No I don't think he was fit to be a deranger in my only heart. There's a madness in the deranger, caught him riding up to track the danger that rattle me up. There's a madness in the deranger, caught him riding up- decide to change up to the true deranger.

They didn't trust me with a heart of gold- in case I fell for the open road- cashed in it for a ride on the wind. They didn't trust me with a heart of gold- in case I turned to the underworld- sold it on for a silver tongue. They didn't take me for a fighter- didn't foresee me with the right arm chop! Look at the soul that I got! Free to roam the whole lot! I'm Big, Wild, and Free! Big chest, bare knee, brawn hand- got the biggest soul in the land. Deep voice, broad shoulder, wild eyes- got the wildest soul in the land. Gotta stay strong. Stay strong and get me out of the big damn- I'm Big, Wild, and Free! They didn't trust me with a heart of gold- in case I turned to the underworld- sold it on for a silver tongue. They didn't trust me with a heart of gold- in case I fell for the open road- cashed in it for a ride on the wind. They didn't trust me with a heart of gold- trust the meat round a carnivore? They didn't take me for a fighter- didn't foresee me with the right arm chop! Look at the soul that I got! Free as an astronaut! I'm Big, Wild, and Free!

hey, how ‘bout a spring for me? thinkin' to my birth moments ago picking green flowers from theee place they meet the sun and they can live more soon i’ll have a memory save it in my mouth and swallow it down climbs back up my spine and to my head to meet my idol in the sun could be the strangest thing I ever ate! world- can cook me underside, when i’m done- i’m done! see? cook, cook, ready to eat! if iiii could get speak electric in my growth then i'd spit seed into the ground and watch the... world grow up around me [if i could fit a fire in my nose] world grow up around me [so i feel good, ready to sprout] world grow up around me [grass whistles at me] you won’t believe what you see! could be the strangest thing I ever ate! : god, don’t eat my love, don’t mount it up on the devil’s own back, : don’t eat my love, don’t burn it onto a hungry microchip, : don’t eat my love, don’t drive it on with your sunspeckled hands, : don’t take my love away, don’t take my love away- o, digital day! | light up display, listen in to my satellite array | oh we can pray, and convince anything made in that modern way | and you could say that this new reality | could be the strangest thing i ever ate! world, made me a new body - re-ee-incarnate figure of the folklore see it like a digital - ray configuring my circuit board neeeon bone pokin' out my - left shoulder and communing with the blue dawn meeeeteor trail jamming - hey, i can see my likeness in the sun! could be the strangest thing i ever ate!

Back when I was a young boy I ventured out into the wilderness with a head of doubt. I discovered an ox and wrestled it. I tamed it and I rode it all through the night and back to the light again. Me and my great beast had a spirit bond. I couldn't survive a day without my beast. 'Til I came to this clearing in the woods where I abandoned it and sat in the moonlight meditating. After reaching enlightenment I felt my belly growl. I went down to the city and asked the butchers for a hunk of meat and a gallon of beer so I could grow just as big as them. And now I'm getting drunk with the butchers in the city.

I met a man out wandering in the desert with nothing but a knife and the old leather suit God had given him. He said he was searching for some dead cow. Killed by the will of the landscape so he could skin it and hang the hide up from a branch somewhere. Then he'd sit in front of it and smoke some strange desert plant from his pipe. And he'd stare deep into it- so that the colours and shapes would come alive. And in that tapestry he'd see wild apocalyptic visions of the future gods. "Sleepin' just over the horizon", he said!

Barbaric visions of Mexico- when I'm smokin' peyote- and I'm howlin' out- shouting out to the wind! Nighttime wandering- out in the middle of- starlit desert- and I see the new gods- on the canyon wall- dancin' like animal- monstrous vision- must be the same thing... ... pissin' out lighting and thunder again! ... spittin' out chunks of the world 'til the end! Totemic visions of Mexico- when I'm smokin' peyote- and I'm howlin' out- shouting out to the wind! Ancestor huggin'- out on the Yuctatan- God'll be lookin'- when I take the big leap off the pyramid and up to your gold cloud- I'll be right on up for a sit on your stone top... ... pissin' out lighting and thunder again! ... spittin' out chunks of the world 'til it ends! Apocalypse oozing- resurrect the God deep in the rock- can you feel him- in the heat of the rock? Apocalypse oozing up- back to the Rio God! ... a headstone radio don't stop.

Could you ever love me enough? ...to let my head feel the monsoon? Could you ever love me enough? ...at night we sleep in the jumpsuit. Could you ever love me enough? ...to have it out with the dirt tonight? I love the beef and the rough stuff, ...fight in the street til’ we 2 K.O. Could you ever love me enough? ...to beat me bare skin wrestle? Way back- I won’t get in your bath tub, ...no, I’m true to the God soap. She used to love me and not for my soul, ...she left me for a cleaner man. She left me with a filthy heart- ...and that’s not enough! O, you know me! Down in the dirt I’m a mud homo! It’s getting too hot- these streets we’re living on. It’s getting too hot- too hot to be at all- to be a fruit- to live in the nuthouse. Could you ever love me enough? ...to let the worms hit the back of my throat? Could you ever love me enough? ...to see me up, up and powerful? Could you ever love me enough? ...to get belief and saddle me in full? Could you ever love me enough? ...giddy up, y-up, y-up, y-oh! My headstone will be made of meat- my headstone will be part of me. My heartbeat’s gon’ be at peace- bath salts won’t preserve me. If I sweat won’t you come look at me? come and admire me? With that gun will you come shoot at me? no, no she won’t shoot at me with that shotgun... ...don’t wave it around! You might hit one, but I’ll never be clean! and you’ll be hung high up a tree- you might wash me- but I’ll never be clean, man! Ah! Shut up and love me! O, you know me! Down in the dirt I’m a mud homo! And that day I walked out into the cowhide landscape I saw something that would change me forever... a God in the dirt... my God in the earth... all gods living in the filthy soil. You've got every right to be filthy!