words and music Stephen Barling

Gonna go out to the desert and live inside a hole
Let my beard grow down to the floor
Leave it all behind me and turn a better page
Pray the desert wind'll come and make me a sage

But I know it's sweet to be in exile
Like walking on the moon
While staring at the sun

20 million dollar price on my head
Sherriff better find me 'fore they leave me for dead
Got a couple bars of chocolate so spare me the grenade
I'll give you a list of confidants I never betrayed

I'd rather be in Elba than swinging from tree
With no one but the monkeys to complain about me
So bring the iron maiden, you can break me on a rack
All I ever wanted was to maybe go back