Lyrics:

Me debunk an American myth?
And take my life in my hands?
Where the great plains begin
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin

Driving down a corduroy road
Weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting
Off in the distance
At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin

Left alone to get gigantic
Hard, huge and haunted
A generation so much dumber than its' parents
Came crashing through the window
A raven strains along the line of the road
Carrying a muddy, old skull
The wires whistle their approval
Off down the distance,

At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin

I remember, I remember Buffalo
And I remember Hengelo
It would seem to me
I remember every single fucking thing I know

If I die of vanity
Promise me, promise me
They bury me someplace I don't want to be
You'll dig me up and transport me
Unceremoniously away from the
Swollen city-breeze
Garbage-bag trees
Whispers of disease
And the acts of enormity
And lower me slowly, sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy,

At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian
Where the great plains begin