We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure   And we laid our armor down   Now these precious metals, these captain's letters   Are no use to us now      Oh, in the day we struggle with fatigue   Much greater than any offer was   We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys   Unable to hold their own guns      Now, I know that soldiers are not paid to think   But something is making us sick   Onward and steady, able and the young   In the valley of the low, low sun      Oh, in the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder   Out into the back of beyond   Burning the daylight into a pastime   That's too wise to come more than once      It's boom, boom thunder, ain't no sleep coming   Out mining a slippery world   Of snow covered beaches, junkyards of diesel   And bombers named after girls      On bridges of black ice not built for the rush   There's a new kind of beast getting up   Stranger than fiction, speaking in tongue   In the valley of the low, low sun      I'll hold on for the slow turning, smoke if you've got 'em boys   This is bottom hiding out, down under the stairs   Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood   Of the men who have dared to be there      The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding   It's way up around the sun   As cool water crashes down to the masses   Bootlegged and bottled like rum      My dreams are humble and lean as arrows   And streetwise, ready and fair   As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails   On high seas not fit to be sailed      Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven   But baby, we just look like hell   Now act like you mean it where paradise was   In the valley of the low, low sun      Act like you mean it where paradise was   In the valley of low, low sun