Songtexte:
God Machine The Desert Song

so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and

so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and

the Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come

so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and

age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall stand before God

up, I'ma let y'all know I'm the Freestyle King Got more ice than Dairy Queen, I pull up very clean on the scene In a brand new machine, it might be a

Ho Chi Minh trail to the song of the nightingale Any artist can turn a garden to a desert But can he turn a desert to a garden? That's where I come in

age is upon us And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man shall stand before God