You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire The dusty west is wild And nothing much will sate your lust Or quell desire My name is arthur morgan My aim: to stay as far from lawman As I can and if I can I might just try to cause them torment Then after our performance Fill the glass and start the pouring No bartering, we'd rather start the brawling Piling all in Call us, Javi, Bill, Dutch, the Marstons Mastering the form of lawlessness We're all accustommed to It's part of our calling Probably causing our falling down too But now it's awesome The stories are all true We blew them out of proportion You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire Dan bull, I'm the punslinger for hire But I need a legion quick What good's a hook without the choir I found a friend whose name is "gun" A holy man whose fee is blood A rotten root is born to run A tumbleweed keeps rolling As it burns I picked a plot to make my stand The devils deals with the hardened man Hell's hot but I love the band From the mountain hill Down to the mouth of where the river lies At its basin, this place Ain't no such thing as civilized It's like you chew tobacco Your mouth is full of bitter lies And if there's any kids about Then cover up their little eyes I strongly suggest it Unless you want a big surprise Don't want to see what's left Of who we're about to victimise That isn't the Dutch, I know Grabbing the blunderbuss and blow I can tussle loads of tortoises alone Rucking raccoons, coyotes and crows 'Cause when buffalo, buffalo, buffalo, buffalo, buffalo That's a fuckload of buffaloed buffalo But for love and money I am tougher though Have you seen me chuck a rope Across a raging steer Even with no mirror They are closer up than they appear Pick up your boots and and braces Buckle up and do your laces Fill up your canteen Don't give a damn what it could be laced with This bloody place is lovely Spacious, wide and light and airy Before we dine in hell Tonight we ride the prairie You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire Far from someone you can trust, devout and pious Crooked liar, look out behind Because I'm just about to fire I found a friend whose name is "gun" A holy man whose fee is blood A rotten root is born to run A tumbleweed keeps rolling As it burns I picked a plot to make my stand The devils deals with the hardened man Hell's hot but I love the band This track's for those Who want to go back to wild west No piles of debt No tax, no IRS This track's for those Who want to go back to the manly alpha No civil rights, no anaesthetic No family welfare This track's for those Who want to prove their masculinity Without having the need To even leave their swivel seat This track's for those Who want to make America great Whether again or for the first time They're blazing up in every state And once the fire's started Then the lionhearted men Women and children who lie apart Just might unite again Look at the state of you Look at the state of the union too We're waiting for a statement What are you going to do? Pick up your boots and and braces Buckle up and do your laces Fill up your canteen Don't give a damn what it could be laced with This bloody place is lovely Spacious, wide and light and airy Before we dine in hell Tonight we ride the prairie You have to love yourself a fire You have to love yourself a fire Enemies are rising, I might just as well retire Nah, light the brush they're hiding in And flush them out with fire I found a friend whose name is "gun" A holy man whose fee is blood A rotten root is born to run A tumbleweed keeps rolling As it burns I picked a plot to make my stand The devils deals with the hardened man Hell's hot but I love the band