American Triangle Lyrics

American Triangle

Seen him playing in his backyard

Young boy just starting out

So much history in this landscape

So much confusion, so much doubt



Been there drinking on that front porch

Angry kids, mean and dumb

Looks like a painting, that blue skyline

God hates fags where we come from



'Western skies' don't make it right

'Home of the brave' don't make no sense

I've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wire

Left to die on a high ridge fence

It's a cold, cold wind

It's a cold, cold wind

It's a cold wind blowing, Wyoming



See two coyotes run down a deer

Hate what we don't understand

You pioneers give us your children

But it's your blood that stains their hands



Somewhere that road forks up ahead

To ignorance and innocence

Three lives drift on different winds

Two lives ruined, one life spent