Desert Trip

Don't you worry out my boy
Your eyes will see in the dark
Bouncing in and out the camel
That light is not an alien
If you are the man, People wanting you become the Prophet
Yes you are the man, People wanting you become the Prophet

Once again I'm going far east, cometless Third Testament ambassador
Holy stone and bedouin carpets, around the Kaaba or digesting a big kebab
Golden sand and black tunning, What? An Oasi? Clorofilla party
Lost things and escaped camels, a narrow bridge to La Mecca city
Lost things and escaped camels, a narrow bridge to La Mecca city



Credits
Writer(s): Luca Santi
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