Death Valley from The Slide by Combover Beethoven

The candle flickers out in Death Valley
The sailing stones will glide while no one looks
The scorpions and sidewinders get busy
While the preacher is burning history books

The lanes where creatures slide are long-gone rivers
My pretty beat-up car is caked up good
Officer, I’ve never hurt nobody
Yet here I am, all spread out on the hood

And we dance
And we sing
Like it’s nothing
And we dance
And we sing
Like it’s nothing

I’d never choose a body quite so faulty
I never had a say where I was made
I cheered the blade that cut the net I needed
And I queued to see the bombproof motorcade

The paper men feign distain for your compassion
Once you glance their way, the ink has stuck
Sunburnt newborns left out for the taking
While the senator’s wife looks like a bull with her nip-and-tuck

And we dance
And we sing
Like it’s nothing
And we dance
And we sing
Like it’s nothing.

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