Tekstovi: Johnathan Rice. We're All Stuck Out In The Desert.

well I took a camera on vacation
to fit miami in a frame
she didn't mind, she blew me kisses
said, "well what's your name?"

i plan my dinner at the hotel
but then my dinner plans got wrecked
an investment banker started something
so i broke his neck

we're all stuck out in the desert
and we're gonna die
wipe that sand and salt
from your blistering eyes

well the polygraph needles were jumpin
and my conscience edward fell asleep
i can't trust myself to tell the secrets
i was told to keep

the fastest jackalope in texas
he started runnin outta luck
bit by a snake
then he got hit by jimmy's semi-truck

we're all stuck out in the desert
and we're gonna die
wipe that sand and salt
from your blistering eyes

well i know sometimes i get distracted
america's so big and wide
with her long white fingers she says
"hush, i'm not the marrying kind"

my mind moves faster when i'm walkin
my baby shoes are dipped in bronze
i don't give a shit, she calls the shots
that's how we get along

we're all stuck out in the desert
and we're gonna die
wipe that sand and salt
from your blistering eyes