You came out to the west
With these visions of grandeur
A house by the lake
And a life of splendour

You thought, you would be
Some kind of news maker
But now you’re still
A factory worker

You came out to the west
With these pictures of hannah
The one where she wears
A turkish bandana

But then yesterday
You heard she surrendered
Her long lonesome ways
For a life with Amanda

She said there was milk
Well she said there was honey
Instead there was bills
And not enough money

She said, there was quail
And manna on the journey
Instead there was bears
And vultures around me
Ooh must I live in fear of the constabulary
Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabulary
Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabulary
Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabulary