It's recording?



...Clock says half past one

I have no sunglasses

As I step into the sun

I know I did something

Lord 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 15 bindles of cocaine

Tied up in a sack



This here's a government experiment

And we're drivin' like hell

We'll get some cowboys on acid

And 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 the hotel room

And cowboys on acid

Are like Egyptian cartoons

No one ever conquered Wyoming

From the left or from the right

Just stay in the hotel room

Stay up all night