I'm heading down south, cause I'm feeling weak, I need the sun burning all over me. I'll bury myself out in the sand, you can wait for me but I'm not coming back. One thing about the desert's that you re all alone, one big hell that no one calls their own. It might get lonely and cold in the night but a few more drinks and I can see the light. Oh yeah tonight don't grind me down... Can you hear it all it's the sound of the desert and if you can't see me it's the dirt in my face and a whole lotta pain and a blood dried mouth, it all happens here... down south. One big fiesta in down town hell, no water in miles just distilled yellow. This ain't no story, it's not just a song, it's an open invitation to the whole f****** world. We're dancing with the devil tonight...