James Dean died 'neath the tree of heaven Near the old Jack Ranch Café Brother Donald Turnipspeed must have Looked the wrong damn way Oh, that German Porsche was burning As the hawks took to the air Forty miles from Paso Robles, in a land Called, 'Way out there' In a land called, 'way out there' my brothers In a land called, 'way out there' Forty miles from Paso Robles In a land called, 'way out there' Come look outside the window, mama Something wicked this way comes The carnival is breaking ground
With its roustabouts and bums And the hoochie koochie dancing girls With the sawdust in their hair And the band played John Phillip Sousa In a land called, 'Way out there' All we've learned about love and violence Comes from bibles and movie magazines But what goes down in the trenches, baby It's like nothing you've ever seen People tearing people up, good God It makes me scared Heaven take me beyond all this To a land called, 'Way up there'