Home on the Range

I believe in littering
 Waste should not be hidden, but seen I believe in stealing
 For we cannot possess anything
 I will be good when I'm gone
 I'm going West where I belong
 I waited all summer long
 Don't it sound funny? Don't it sound strange? I'm going to make my home out on the range
 I believe in junk food
 In solidarity with the poor and screwed I believe in the Great Spirit
 When you sing, I want to hear it
 I will be good when I'm gone
 I'm going West where I belong
 I waited all summer long
 Though it might sound strange
 I'm going to make my home out on the range
 I will, I'm gone
 My whole life for a song
 I'm going where I belong
 Some people never change
 I'll make my home out on the range