Oh my god, take a look around.
There's no grain of sand we haven't painted.
Take the tongues off every girl who's fainted.

This stallion is a living, breathing hearse.
Never felt much better, but god knows I could feel much worse.
We all feel much worse.

This stallion is a living breathing hearse.
This stallion.

I've avoided them for so many years. I did it everywhere but here.

RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. There's your desert painted!

RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. Don't ever…

RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. …die!

RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride.
I've made a desert fountain, to be the last one on the line.