In the Dead of the Desert Lyrics

Whopper jig rig bent like a tree

Funny bone neigh right man ham

Drill staff never need your toe

Like you can't find May June man

Ate the fine tuned tone north never

Been black to the look of the sky

Meant me not early lend came

Seen till the right man dies

Feel and see can't replace paths you choose

Never seen the fork in the road

Quiet and stark feel your nose on your face

It's alive but you're always alone

Face the silence with the ear to your brain

Myself like a fly too high

Ran with Doug and felt like the sun

While the dog broke bread and sighed

Given heat and an egg times will fall

To the sky earthbound on the hill

Threaten me with a dirty sandwich

And fly while I never say kill

Can't remember the cat or the kid

Or the reason the pie isn't ripe

Not to say you don't need hair but

I'm sure the wheels roll just fine

On a bus ride the wave like a stone

Fell down from the sky in your mind

Erase the rabbit and turtle inside

While on your hand it still makes five

Right edge clock came Joe man

Frank looked at me and then he died

Skim the cash curse the churn separate

The thyme and get yourself fried