Good Times in the Badlands Lyrics

i went out to rapid City, that's where they told me that he lived
the last known shaman of the lakola clan
this ancient descendant of passaconaway
he knows the right moves to put existence back into dead man

evil men crawling up from the Canyons
my mouth Feeling dry, good times in the badlands
run mr. president

pray to the Thunderbird is what he instructed me to do
he knows where the bones lie; in fact, he he scattered the there for you
riding the three-loved horses, uproot skeletal intellect
we Need an army of fearless men to fight the tyrant government

evil men crawling up from the Canyons
my mouth Feeling dry, good times in the badlands
run mr. president
justice won't save you from necromance
streaks of lightning strike the ground where we stand
hear the howling of the wolves, waiting to lead us to the heaven's
light the cedar incense, pathway to the fourth wolrd

ashes to trees, ice to fire, this Indian gun for hire

evil men crawling up from the Canyons
my mouth Feeling dry, good times in the badlands
run mr. president
justice won't save you from necromance