How the Midwest Was Won - Knockout Kid

I’ve got my eyes set west

Just like your back pressed hard against my bed

I’m writing off our dead end story

And I’m wearing down this conversation

You’re drunk, but no relation

And I won’t be here when you sober up

I’ve got these friends by my side

And I’m leaving this all behind

No, I’m not worried

You’re just the same old story, sorry but I’m over you

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast

To the outlaws that we call friends

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw

Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip

Shoot from the hip

We draw first blood

To make you a man (or a bodybag)

Ten paces on my count

I’ve got these friends by my side

And I’m leaving this all behind

No, I’m not worried

You’re just the same old story, sorry but I’m over you

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast

To the outlaws that we call friends

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw

Aim for the heart, shoot from the hip

Bullets in the back you never had

And I’ve still got my friends

And another for the back of your head

Bullets in the back you never had

And I’ve still got my friends

And another one for…

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast

To the outlaws that we call friends

We’ve got our eyes set west

So drink up and place your bets

Here’s a toast, here’s a toast to when we draw

Aim for the heart

To when we draw — shoot from the hip