I ride forth from East of El Paso,
Nothing I fear, but fear itself,
I have a new purpose, on the West Plains,
Left my old dull life on the shelf.

My eyes burn anew with anger,
As I ride though another burning town,
These villians loot, kill and murder,
And I've come to take 'em down.

My old life, sits behind a desk,
Shuffles papers until eternity,
This new self has but one goal,
And this goal sets me free.

I lived, once, just for money,
For promotions, praise, and gain,
I strived to become more than the next guy,
But all I got was more pain.

As times grew dark, and the economy faltered,
Out West, a war begun,
Good versus evil, on an epic scale,
Smoke from there blotted out the sun.

I heard the good cry for vengence,
The innocent cry for help,
But the pictures I saw from a thousand miles away,
Finally snapped something in myself.

I read of heros, brave and true,
Who fought again to win the west,
From the hands of the "creepers", the evil ones,
Whose terror would never rest.

I saddled up my steed, a '69 Picard,
A Banshee, fast as flame,
Red on Black, SHO,
Willing to live up to its name.

On the road, you're on your own,
With the blacktop and the sun,
Follow the lines, wait for the attack,
Keeping one hand on your gun.

You get alot of time to think,
To go over everything in your head,
What is right, what is naught,
Who deserves to lie dead.

Along the drive, you meet your friends,
Those allied to your cause,
We cling together, brothers in arms,
We defend our own set of laws.

Sleep by day, ride at night,
Follow the bloody trail,
You can smell their fuel burning,
You can tell you're on their tail.

But when it finally comes, and the first shot flies,
You know that life is frail,
You can feel them all buried in your chest,
But for God, you cannot fail.

The music of War, is machine gun fire,
You dance to your last breath,
A delicate ballet, of a hight speed chase,
Where a misstep means certain death.

One by one, the creepes fall,
Their horns blare to the sky,
One by one, your comrades pass,
Give the unltimate sacrifice.

You feel the burn, the hatred now,
Save the war, all things are gone,
You will fight to save our way of life,
The battle rages on.

You see yourself, before you left,
Set to die quitely,
No real living, a useless death,
Another lump in society.

Tis truely nobler, to fight for good,
For there's a way where there's a will,
And there's no more honorable way to die,
Than to die behind the wheel.