Oh my god, take a look around.
There's no grain of sand we haven't painted.
Take the tongues off every girl who's fainted.
There's no grain of sand we haven't painted.
Take the tongues off every girl who's fainted.
This stallion is a living, breathing hearse.
Never felt much better, but god knows I could feel much worse.
We all feel much worse.
This stallion is a living breathing hearse.
This stallion.
I've avoided them for so many years. I did it everywhere but here.
RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. There's your desert painted!
RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. Don't ever…
RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride. …die!
RUN FOR COVER: Ride fucking ride.
I've made a desert fountain, to be the last one on the line.
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