You got blistered nipples so colour
So tortured by the sun
Mama's doin time
While you load that special gun

Feet been walkin charcoal
Easter Island ruby red
Lips a Grand Canyon
A chika-bang goes that gun

Children be smilin n dreadful
Clothes a rippin yarn
Selling lava pumice
To stone washin jeans

Die like a tourist
Your eyes no goin where
Wearin thin them shutterin tumblers
Tumblin to yer grave . . .

I feel yer arms grippin vicely
Hands straining me goose flesh
No fiction no hidin no shirking feeble hearted
Like your mama said you would

Stonehenge casts a shadow
Pilgrims rock the cradle
Lonely planet she's a'screamin
As the fires burn in Bosch's hell