Make what you call headway
Bringing down the lines
The tack you take's not true or safe
With all that's given blind

Watch out West, the masses cry
It's anger they despise
Grab your shell and paint it blue
They'll never look for you up in the sky

Toiling for the till's take
Is what fills them with pride
Once above you'll not be loved
Nor can you stay in sight

If mayhem make the mainstay
And free men bare the cross
It means one day that fire will play
A part in being boss

We are West
The ashes rise
We come without disguise
We lay no claim to flags of shame
We write the next line