Letras
Somewhere between the wanting and the dying
Just beyond the thunder of a gun
The bones of thirsty ghosts are sad and crying
Believing their redemption day has come and gone
It's a bitter paradise this dust of Eden
The lost and lonely kingdom of the plains
God looked down and saw a world of suffering
And then cried out, "I'm gonna give this place a name"
Badlands, Badlands
Badlands, Badlands
Well, it's a church without a steeple
But in the heart of its people
Good will come again to the Badlands
It's a wilderness that lies in a broken promised land
Where the devil and his soldiers hang around like next of kin
But the shadows have eyes and I hear voices in the wind
Telling me the second coming of the
Red Man is closer than it's ever been
Badlands, Badlands
Badlands, Badlands
Well, it's a church without a steeple
But in the heart of its people
Good will come again to the Badlands
Badlands, Badlands
Badlands, Badlands