The lowest word the highest note
The chat room jumping down my throat
And me transcontinental cowboy
Holding onto his free range holding onto his herd
The judgement is the first to go
My holy roman overthrow
Me transcontinental cowboy
Holding onto his alcohol holding onto his world
My cell phone ringing out of tune
She never wears perfume

So you can let go of the old benediction
You can laugh at what we did
During the never ending battle
Between my ego and my id

The techno speak on overload
I'm falling like the Alamo
Me transcontinental cowboy
Emperor of china jester to the world
I save my best for second rate
I'm locked inside the starting gate
And me, transcontinental jockey
Holding onto his saddle sticking to the rail
I'm losing every match I throw
I'm slipping through your radio

So you can serve up the whole enchilada
You can laugh at what we did
During the never ending battle
Between my ego and my id

I've got a lot to thank my lucky stars for
And I've got a lot to thank my god for
And there is this side of me you've never heard before
In this struggle in this battle in this war
In this war, in this war

So you can pull out the old faded colors
You can laugh at what we did
During the never ending battle
Between my ego and my id
Between my ego and my id