This desert’s as dry as my throat
No water or whiskey can quench my guilt
That rages like a wild fire through Grambling Oak
I wander like tumble weed
Trying to out run my sin and greed
That nips at my soul like a coyote.
Born unto Heaven
Now cast down on my knees
Into this desert – this Hell that surrounds me
A sea of sand where no man can survive
A Tempest of Dust will be my punishment for eternity.
Thirty pesos rattle like the Serpent
Reminding me of my heresy
Turned a blind eye to the Son of Man
For a six-gun and my Empire of Sand
Now I am ruler of this forsaken land
Reigning over my misery until madness takes me.