Wild Bunch Outlaws
"Well my friend I see you strayed so far off track
You'd have to hatchet half the world just to make it back
Is a wilderness of death snarling at your heels?
Well with fulfillment of a debt your path is re-revealed!

If you roll just like a sow in the putrefaction
And nothing in the now will give you satisfaction
And you crawl upon your knees looking for that species
Until your arms are all greased with that golden feces

Is your heart gangrened with avarice?
Well Jesus gonna clean you just like a fish, yeah. Yeah."

--Antic Clay, Clean Blues