now, we're ridin' through the plains of social issues, where the wind whispers tales of neglect and forgotten dialogs, but what's prevenient, partner, is how we always got to be lookin' for ways to start afresh. tell me all about the hidden truths you're keepin' locked up, so we can stir up a storm that might just trick ya into revealin' what ain't supposed to see the light of day, like a snake in the grass waitin' for its chance to strike.