I found God in the heart of a mustang And he begged don't show me To the rest of the world I'm not the man they think I am I created neither the universe nor the earth I'm sorry I just am The spirit of a wasteland Just please, don't let them find me They'd **** me if they knew
And his eyes shone out his fear Too wild, too innocent and vulnerable And he quivered knowing he was Alive only in his unbroken freedom He pleaded once more Please don't let them know I'm here They would hunt me down Rope me in until I could neither Move nor breathe any longer And they'd bury me ignorantly Beneath their fear and false crown
I found God in the eyes of a mustang Hiding in the desert canyons All skin and hollow bones Waiting for the world to end And he screamed as I roped him in And tried desperately to warn me This will never be the same again Keep on dreaming I whispered We both know that God is already dead