I was looking for America in a Western movie
Saw a young gunslinger with something to prove
And I came looking like anybody else
I came searching like anybody else
Looking for that golden calf
And I came shooting for the stars
Like any young blood
I found a fat cat sitting in a crooked church
I killed anything standing in my path
I killed anything till I laid my hands
And laid them on that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
And I'm still looking for something to prove
I come around full circle, aged like an old dog
Looking at them young bucks, just green as frogs
But I ain't laid back, no time to laugh
I ain't laid back, there's a new king coming
Gunning for that golden calf
I was looking for America in a Western movie
I saw Pike Bishop striding through a rough dirty
He was headed down that dusty path
Headed down to that blood bath
Chasing down that golden calf
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
And I'm still looking for something to prove
But there's always someone faster
Yeah, someone quicker on the draw
Someone with a hunger closing in
Someone younger stepping up to be the next outlaw
Now it's our last stand in open country
This is my last chance to be with you
This is the last dance for this kind of man
And I'm still looking for something to prove
And I'm still looking for something to prove
Now this is our last stand in open country
Last stand in open country
This is our last stand in open country
This is our last stand
Last stand
Last stand