oh in the desert they gave you the slip rohypnol
chip on your shoulder the scotch tasted much older than before
the men laughed it off like it was a bore to them
feminine encounters were in sight
named of the leader who favored a nation after his own
into the desert he pushed all the nips
sentenced with no plan ahead of you
no winning hand for any man or child
oh in the desert where no one should live
and in the winter our sentence was stiff
funny to settle with. was he right?
innocence without a proper fight?