It's recording?
The clock's still half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun
I know that just I did something
What could it be?
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me
She got the eye of Fatima
In the wall of his room
Three bottles of Tequila
Three cats and a broom
He got a 15 year old angel
And she's all dressed in black
He got fifteen bindles of cocaine tied up in a sack
This year's a government experiment
And we're drivin' like hell
Do you get some cowboys on acid
That stay in motels?
We gonna eat up some wide open spaces
Like it was the top of the Nile
The hands on the clock are gonna be here
A while
An eye of eye of Fatima
In the wall of a hotel room
And cowboys on acid
Are like Egyptian cartoons
No one ever conquered
Wyoming from the left or from the right
Just to stay in hotel room
Stay up all night