Welcome to the West

Oh I've been dragged out here,
Two holsters with your demise awaiting,
Oh how glorious it could've been, had you opened draw,
Welcome to the west, where the sand is hot and awaits this bloodshed,
A fever to believe, with blood rushing our head,
A few and far between,
Honestly, I'm throwing in the towel, filled with the sweat from our passing tremors
Run, down walk,
We are starving for attention now
We shoot for greatness
Knowing we have nothing of substance to hold onto;
Welcome to the west, home of the heartless and bullet cases,
Get used to the sounds of banging around here;
We are loosing count like a post office clerk,
Oh why I dragged you out here, to save you from the crossfire;
You are in everyones cross sights