Across the golden desert
Beneath the red-filled sky
There's a place
That I can't describe
From the pissed up peasant
To this f*cked up land
Sold and bought
To the man with just one hand
Here's so messed up
But I'm on my way
Vultures eating
Bones decay
If I forget would you wake me up
As I slip outside too late
Nothing important happened today
I see an open saloon
I hear the song they're playing
Deja vue this song I've heard before
Greeted with a buenos dias
By a man dressed in white
Takes two steps
Pulls his gun right across the bar
One-two-three-four-fire!
Here's so messed up
But I'm on my way
Vultures eating
Bones decay
If I forget would you wake me up
As I slip outside too late
Nothing important happened today
Here's so f*cked up
But I'm on my way
Vultures eating
Bones decay
If I forget would you wake me up
As I slip outside too late
Nothing important happened today
