its recording, the clock says half past 1
i have no sungla**es as i step into the
sun lord knows i did somethin, wut
could it be woke up in the mornin a
nd all my friends hate me, he got the
eye of fatima in the wall of the hotel
room, three botels of tequila, 3 cats
and a broom, he got a 15 year old
angel and shes all dressed in black
she got 15 bindles of c**aine tied up
in a sack, this here is a government
expirement and were drivin like hell
to get some cowboys on acid and we'll
stay in motels were gonna eat up
some wide open spaces like it was
the top of the nile the hands on the
clock are gonna be here a while an
eye of the eye of fatima in the wall
of a hotel room and cowboys on acid
are like egyption cartoons no1 ever
conquered wyoming from the left or
the right just stay in the hotel
room stay up all night