Out West
Out west
We can breathe
From the hills we can see and our lives now are free
We ride
To the suns northern edge with nothing in our heads but our land
Our land, our land
Our land, your brand
Where can we hide from our soon demise
For these rights are now falling from our eastern skies
Save me, Save me
Save me from the sound of our cries
Rape me, rape me
Like our fathers before us we're destined to die
Our land, our land
Our land, your brand
Where can we hide from our soon demise
For these rights are now falling from my southern skies
Our land, our land
You've made it, your brand
When can I hide from my soon demise
For these rights are now falling from my southern skies
Writer/s: Salt Orchard
