It's recording? ...Clock says half past one I have no sunglasses As I step into the sun I know I did something Lord what could it be Woke up in the morning And all my friends hate me She got the Eye of Fatima In the wall of his room Three bottles of Tequila Three cats and a broom He got a 15-year-old angel And she's all dressed in black He got 15 bindles of cocaine Tied up in a sack This here's a government experiment And we're drivin' like hell We'll get some cowboys on acid And stay in motels We gonna eat up some wide open spaces Like it was the top of the Nile The hands on the clock are gonna be here A while An eye of Eye of Fatima In the wall of the hotel room And cowboys on acid Are like Egyptian cartoons No one ever conquered Wyoming From the left or from the right Just stay in the hotel room Stay up all night