There’s no sense in running
To end up where you’ve been
The Legion’s far too cunning
At manipulating sin
The sheriff’s left the city
Uncle Tom’s the law in town
What’s good is itty-bitty
With badness all around
You really mustn’t fake it
So always do what’s right
‘Cause life is what you make it
But live it with foresight
Fighting’s not the answer
You’ll only serve their will
Pride’s your only chance, sir
Of not ending on Boothill
