So I'm like
"Hello psycho cowboy, how's about a ride."
He looks at me and raises and eyebrow and says
You might have seen me on bilboards and such
But I didn't
And he wasn't
And now it seems to me
that I'll sail the seas of green
a psycadelic scream
like a blast of nitro glycerine
And the cowboy sits there and shakes his head
and tucks his children into bed
and tells them not to be like the starry eyed
Hypnotized
Semi-ostracized
Guy
Who sails the sea of green and wonders why
"The cowboy has it much better than I"