Vaudeville

I've seen me that traveling band, for that love they bled
 I've seen me that rider, of crimson and lead
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 I've seen that Iron Horse, rolling the plains
 Seen a man cross in its way, and never again
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 Behold the great picture show, the immortal dance
 Our heroes are all killers – and it's gold they romance
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 I'll be that masked man, a glory to see
 I'll kill me a hundred men, so you'll remember me
 All parts have been played on the stage
 The raucous, faux-elеgant wake
 The gunfighters dancing in circles
 Seduced by the fear they create
 Chaos in black and white!
 Cheers erupt as another man falls
 In each young man's eye, a fire is lit
 He, too, could be the most savage of all
 I wait for the show to come back
 Holding out, to see that magic once again
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 I wait, while the water comes down
 Will I ever see the end?
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 (The end)
 I see them, nights – in my dreams
 The riders of crimson and lead
 They turn their rifles on me
 Please sing my song when I'm dead
 Where is the dream?
 Where is the world that was promised?
 Where is romance?
 When did it give way to rape?
 Who wears the masks?
 Who do the gunslingers ride for?
 Where is the dream?
 Bleeding, discarded, thrown from the tracks
 Where is the dream??