Parched 'fore the work's begun

Baked in the noon-day sun

Search for the slender shade

Slashed by the desert's blade.

 

There in the pitch-dark night

Ripples of a wing in flight

Gazing with moonlit eyes

Strangers like desert spies.

 

No one can understand;

No one can tame this land;

Joshua's bad;It will drive you mad!(It'll getcha!)

 

Same thing from side to side.

Nothing to be your guide.

Quake from a sudden rain.

Quiet makes a man insane.