Going To the Desert
Going to the desert
Trying to remember your name
Pondering your gift
Was it all in vain
The three wise monkey's
Light up their spliff's
Human beings turn into lemmings
And gather at the cliff's
Going to the desert
Trying to remember your name
Pondering your gift
Was it all in Vain
Economists play a hot tune
As the blind mice dance
As the beat builds
Everyone is caught in a trance
Going to the desert
Trying to remember your name
Pondering your gift
Was it all in vain
The bankers want a pound of flesh
But they say they don't want blood
Tell that to the poor
When they gentrify their neighbourhood
Going to the desert
Trying to remember your name
Pondering your gift
Was it all in vain
Lord above forgive us
For our considerable shame
We know not , what , we do
We just play the game
Going to the desert
Trying to remember your name
Pondering your gift
Was it all in vain
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