I drove out to the canyon grind
And dust off from the sand
I don't ever fuck with the dust devil
He's got the power
Of an upright in his goddamn hand
The sand becomes a potent elixir
And wind is as hot as a flame
The bodies fly right through the line
Or phase mister without pain
I grab onto a falling hand
Or walk into a door
But discovered that
I was just buying a pound
Of turkey at the liquor store
I drove out to the canyon, baby
And hit the motherfucking road
I paid my fine and all the lights
Look exactly like a picture show
The desert skies before my eyes
They turned into a sea
A flaming mass of oil and gas
Screams with ecstasy