Somos los Hombres Huecos A gaucho soul just yearns to roam Now his lawyer says he might never come home Eyes I only see in gloam It wasn't quite brotherly love It wasn't quite brotherly love More him getting us kicked out of clubs It's fun to flirt with the nurses, sure In her twilight kingdom on the memory floor But I don't visit his mom anymore 'Cause we agree it's partly my fault 'Cause we agree it's partly my fault That he spends every night in a vault Cowboy tongues and desert tribes This cactus land must civilize Twisted wire and telegraphed lies Replaced the sash with a national flag Replaced the sash with a national flag So now we just pray to a rag Behind the saloon Where the dry wind whistled a tune His dagger right in the ribs of some goon I heard oblivion gasp as it ran out of room at last When they brought me in for questioning I told the inquisition everything But if I had foreseen The whimpering of middle age This frontier country's terminal stage The "freedom" of an urban wage The lithium, the burning sage Well I would have helped clean up the blood Yeah I would have helped clean up the blood