Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor
Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor
[Solo Padde]
[Solo Christian]
In a hour the vultures will get their food
[Solo Tore]
They're just now in the eating mood
Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder
When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch
[Solo Christian]
This is dainty to the tarantulas
[Solo Tore]
A relay is this rotting carca**
Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor