Great Western
In the vast desert of Glasgow
The air is clean and life is slow
Scorching Hot sun and a cool summer breeze
It's all I need
Chop the tap aff a coconut
Fill it with Rum and get aff ma nut
Cool ma tired feet in the clyde oasis
Get wasted
You know I can't complain
A flaming effigy in the distance stands
A wicker man burns in the barren land
The bandits have a ball, dance around the beacon
And I sneak in
The desert rockers hit the trail at dawn
I down a pint of groundwater and then am gone
The smell of sea salt from the west fills the air
So I head out there
Cause there ain't no chance of rain
At the end of the valley, great western
The sun rises and sets in her image
At the end of the valley, great western
The past is forgotten and future rewritten
I've arrived where wanderers stay and settlers tread
Flamingos fly overhead
An orange flag buried under the hot sand
Promised land
I see people pounding drums in the temple of the crow
Feel the ocean winds blow
Listen to the heavy music while I scran a cactus
It's best practice
Cause this will all be gone someday
The air is clean and life is slow
Scorching Hot sun and a cool summer breeze
It's all I need
Chop the tap aff a coconut
Fill it with Rum and get aff ma nut
Cool ma tired feet in the clyde oasis
Get wasted
You know I can't complain
A flaming effigy in the distance stands
A wicker man burns in the barren land
The bandits have a ball, dance around the beacon
And I sneak in
The desert rockers hit the trail at dawn
I down a pint of groundwater and then am gone
The smell of sea salt from the west fills the air
So I head out there
Cause there ain't no chance of rain
At the end of the valley, great western
The sun rises and sets in her image
At the end of the valley, great western
The past is forgotten and future rewritten
I've arrived where wanderers stay and settlers tread
Flamingos fly overhead
An orange flag buried under the hot sand
Promised land
I see people pounding drums in the temple of the crow
Feel the ocean winds blow
Listen to the heavy music while I scran a cactus
It's best practice
Cause this will all be gone someday
Credits
Writer(s): Owen Murphy
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