How The West Was Won?

Is this your face?
Is his my mask?
Do I even have to ask?
You sold your soul and bought it back
Minus the 17 percent happiness tax
Who is this Im meant to be?
Is this the sale of the century?
Never sing a melody
Melody sells what you dont need
I was born a dark Pisces
So Catholic on my bended knees
Ours is not to reason why
You demand and Ill supply
Oh no, youre not getting this
If Im going down can I have one last kiss?
But Im always good for one more song…
Tell me is this how The West was won
The invisible man with my drink in his hand
Is telling the world his most dangerous plans
A million Messiahs are handing out flyers
Strange voices in these telegraph wires
OURS IS NOT TO REASON WHY
YOU DEMAND AND ILL SUPPLY
Oh no, youre not getting this
If Im going down can I have one last kiss?
But Im always good for one more song…
Tell me is this how The West was won
No more Punk Gods, these twisted sales
Im so pissed off: I missed my chance to fail