I went out to Rapid City
That's where they told me that he lived
He was the last known shaman of the Nakoya clan
This ancient descendant of Passaconaway
He knows the right moves to put existence back into a dead man
The evil men crawling up from the canyons
My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands
Run, Mr. President
Pray to the thunderbird
Is what he instructed me to do
He knows where the bones lie
In fact, he scattered them there for you
Ridin' three-toed horses
A brood skeletal intellect
We need an army of fearless men to fight the tyrant government
The evil men crawling up from the canyons
My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands
Run, Mr. President, justice won't save you from the necromance, oh
No, it won't
Oh
Streaks of lightning
Strike the ground where we stand
Hear the howl of the wolf
That leads us to the heavens, yeah
Light the cedar incense
Pathway to the fourth world
Ashes to trees and ice to fire, this Indian gun for hire
The evil men crawling up from the canyons
My mouth feelin' dry, good times in the badlands
Run, Mr. President, justice won't save me from the necromance, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Good, good, good, good times in the badland, yeah
