Home on the Range

I believe in littering Waste should not be hidden, but seen I believe in stealing For we cannot possess anything I will be good when I’m gone I’m going West where I belong I waited all summer long Don’t it sound funny? Don’t it sound strange? I’m going to make my home out on the range I believe in junk food In solidarity with the poor and screwed I believe in the Great Spirit When you sing, I want to hear it I will be good when I’m gone I’m going West where I belong I waited all summer long Though it might sound strange I’m going to make my home out on the range I will, I’m gone My whole life for a song I’m going where I belong Some people never change I’ll make my home out on the range