Frontier town home of the westren hero. Frontier justice dealt with the iron hand. He wore a long coat to the ground. He wore big boots that made a sound. He wore a six gun on his hip. But now he doesn't carry it. Sure enough he was a western hero. On the deck sighting an old Jap zero. And on the shores at Normandy. He fought for you he fought for me. Across the land and on the sea. But now he's just a memory. And in the distance the rocket's red glare. The bombs burst in the air. This time we're never going back. Through the years he changed somehow. He's different now. He's different now. Open fire here comes the western hero. Standing there big money in his hand.