We're All Stuck Out in the Desert - Johnathan Rice

Well, I took a camera on vacation

To fit Miami in a frame

She didn’t mind, she blew me kisses

Said, «Well, what’s your name?»

I plan my dinner at the hotel

But then my dinner plans got wrecked

An investment banker started something

So I broke his neck

We’re all stuck out in the desert

And we’re gonna die

Wipe that salt and sand

From your blistering eyes

Well, the polygraph needles were jumpin'

And my conscience, Edward, fell asleep

I can’t trust myself to tell the secrets

I was told to keep

Well, the fastest jackalope in Texas

He started runnin' outta luck

Bit by a snake, then he got hit by

Jimmy’s semi-truck

We’re all stuck out in the desert

And we’re gonna die

Wipe that salt and sand

From your blistering eyes

Well, I know sometimes I get distracted

America’s so big and wide

With her long white fingers, she says

«Hush, I’m not the marrying kind»

My mind moves faster when I’m walkin'

My baby shoes are dipped in bronze

I don’t give a shit, she calls the shots

That’s how we get along

We’re all stuck out in the desert

And we’re gonna die

Wipe that salt and sand

From your blistering eyes

We’re all stuck out in the desert

And we’re gonna die

Wipe that salt and sand

From your blistering eyes

We’re all stuck out in the desert

And we’re gonna die

Wipe that sand and salt

From your blistering eyes