High Desert

High Desert edge of town
And the desert days drag the night around
Where will you run when the howling comes
There's no Bloomingdale's® here to ease your mind

Drive
'Till the wheels come off
Take Mercedes® revenge
On all the people that you saw

Hide
Like an ostrich head
Dig your head in the sands
Of all the things you command, baby, yeah yeah yeah

Let 'er drip, cuz there's no one to hear you
Praying to sand

How will you talk
When your face melts off
Will you ape what you've seen
Epileptic machine, yeah, yeah

Drip away cuz there's no one to see you
Becoming sand



Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Ezequiel Escobar
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