| Hot sand in my holes and tips
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| Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
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| Snake dunes lookin like hips and tits
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| And big red no blink he just sits
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| I don’t know where I am
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| I think I’m lost in the badlands
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| Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
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| No palms just a cacti to see if it’s flat
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| No rock to stand on to see where
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| I’m at I’m looking for ground on a land that’s bad
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| I don’t know where
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| I am I think I’m lost in the badlands
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| Don’t wanna lose who I am
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| But I’m lost in the badlands
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| Hungry earth makes survivors strong
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| Thick skin and thorns just to get along
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| Think about tomorrow when today’s gone
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| Hangin on a memory of where I’m from
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| Young and dumb and empty as shit
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| Muscle and thumb and fingertips
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| The desert sea is relentless
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| Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
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| Once you see death naked you just can’t leave her
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| Paws full of thorns and I lost my hat
|
| No palms just a cacti to see if it’s flat
|
| No rock to stand on to see where
|
| I’m at I’m looking for ground on a land that’s bad
|
| I don’t know where I am
|
| I think I’m lost in the badlands
|
| Don’t wanna lose who I am
|
| But I’m lost in the badlands
|
| Hungry earth makes survivors strong
|
| Thick skin and thorns just to get along
|
| Think about tomorrow when today’s gone
|
| Hangin on a memory of where I’m from
|
| Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
|
| Once you see death naked you just can’t leave her
|
| Dead red blanket on a baby with a fever
|
| Once you see death naked you just can’t leave her
|
| Hot sand in my holes and tips
|
| Hot wind whips at my riverbed lips
|
| Snake dunes lookin like hips and tits
|
| And big red no blink he just sits |