Description: American TriangleSeen him playing in his backyardYoung boy just starting outSo much history in this landscapeSo much confusion, so much doubtBeen there drinking on that front porchAngry kids, mean and dumbLooks like a painting, that blue skylineGod hates fags where we come from'Western skies' don't make it right'Home of the brave' don't make no senseI've seen a scarecrow wrapped in wireLeft to die on a high ridge fenceIt's a cold, cold windIt's a cold, cold windIt's a cold wind blowing, WyomingSee two coyotes run down a deerHate what we don't understandYou pioneers give us your childrenBut it's your blood that stains their handsSomewhere that road forks up aheadTo ignorance and innocenceThree lives drift on different windsTwo lives ruined, one life spent